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towerofanimus2012-12-21 11:23 am
thereisnopie) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-21 11:23 am
Entry tags:
pull out the fourth cord
Characters: Gamzee Makara (AU) and you.
Setting: The Cafeteria.
Format: Either
Summary: Realizing you're stuck in the lie again doesn't necessarily make it easier to escape it.
Warnings: Language. Psychological trauma.
Gamzee sits slouched in a chair in the cafeteria, a glass of water sitting half empty (if we're being pessimistic, which he is) on the table in front of him. He stares through its clear exterior with a feverish gaze, dark hair plastered to his face with sweat.
Water has been the only thing he's put into his system for the past couple days now, and that only because he needs it to survive (not that this seems to matter here anyway). It's not poison he's afraid of, at least not the sort of poison his counterpart is worried about, but rather anything that they might have put into his food to keep him sedated again - to keep him docile and pliable to their whims. He'd been a fool to ever thing he'd escaped from that madhouse, from the program that had kept him under its spell for years. He was beginning to think he'd never get away from it.
And the worst part is he doesn't know how to fight back. This is the best he can do for now - sit and ponder and possibly contemplate giving in to the desire for food despite all desire not to.
Setting: The Cafeteria.
Format: Either
Summary: Realizing you're stuck in the lie again doesn't necessarily make it easier to escape it.
Warnings: Language. Psychological trauma.
Gamzee sits slouched in a chair in the cafeteria, a glass of water sitting half empty (if we're being pessimistic, which he is) on the table in front of him. He stares through its clear exterior with a feverish gaze, dark hair plastered to his face with sweat.
Water has been the only thing he's put into his system for the past couple days now, and that only because he needs it to survive (not that this seems to matter here anyway). It's not poison he's afraid of, at least not the sort of poison his counterpart is worried about, but rather anything that they might have put into his food to keep him sedated again - to keep him docile and pliable to their whims. He'd been a fool to ever thing he'd escaped from that madhouse, from the program that had kept him under its spell for years. He was beginning to think he'd never get away from it.
And the worst part is he doesn't know how to fight back. This is the best he can do for now - sit and ponder and possibly contemplate giving in to the desire for food despite all desire not to.
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"I said I'm not going to kill you!" All the while she wondered when that supposed sleeping drug was going to take effect. Dying had not been pleasant and no matter how this place worked she didn't want to be responsible for that kind of feeling. "J-just calm down! You'll be alseep before you know it..."
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"I'm gonna keep these motherfuckin' peepers wide open as long as a brother can. You'll have to sew the mother fucking flaps shut." He didn't know how he was going to manage staying awake, but he figured he could do it somehow.
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"Fine! I will!"
She won't.