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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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"Then what does work? What accounts for both your vision and my suspicion if not Jason?"
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"You don't understand these motherfuckers, bro. Or maybe you do... you bein' fuckin' one of them. Or you're stuck all the motherfuck in it like me. How am I to know anymore? Man, fuck.
"Maybe I shouldn't even get my care on."
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It would help if he knew what a computer program was. As it is, all he can think of is analogous to "plan" more than "simulation".
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He'd told a lot of people, but perhaps he forgot exactly who.
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See, if Gamzee had told him, he wouldn't be trying to figure out how one comes from...oh. Maybe...
"Do you mean you were in some sort of training?"
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"I mean I was in some all sort of reality what weren't at all reality, if you know what I'm gettin' at." And he could never help but feel like it at all been some sort of game for those in charge of making it.
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"An illusion?"
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"One word's as good as another."
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*At least there wasn't much of it. If Enoch were to find the same thing, well...no, he didn't want to think about it. Three hundred years, a lie? He certainly wouldn't be able to handle it. He's glad Gamzee was able to escape his illusion so early. He'd lost his childhood, but...he had plenty of life left to live for real.*
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That in itself was something he'd gotten used to being aware of. It was knowing where the fake world ended and the real one began that through him off all the time. When the fake one felt so real anyway, what were you supposed to believe?
Sorry for the random style flub...
Enoch could offer little else. He was sick, and worried about the threat of the enemies. How much would it take for one of them to use this information to bring Gamzee to their side...?
It's all good!
That was assuming any of this was real, which he doubted very heavily right now. And even so, it wasn't true freedom, was it? In a way, it was almost worse, as there was so much more he had no control over.
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I wonder if we can't help somehow..."
But with Ruana handing out favors to keep people here...surely they must be able to help! Ruana must be trying harder to keep her playthings here because losing them might be a reality!
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So all these things having to do with Ruana? Yeah, he didn't think they were important in the slightest. Just another part of the program, after all. Just another reason to try and get him to care about something that didn't exist.
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Including Enoch, himself. He had come down here for food, but just getting down here was enough to have him slumping forward, resting his head on the table.
"When we have recovered..."
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He slouched lazily in his chair, not even looking at Enoch anymore, and certainly not expressing much concern over the man's condition despite them being roommates. That was how little he cared at this point in time.