snowblindrpg | [log] Noisy Black Part Two

[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

Sinners
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[ Billy can't make himself sit up; the pain radiating out from his broken feet - he thinks every bone is broken, he probably won't be able to walk again, he's going to die here - is too bad for him to bother.

Instead he's laying with his forehead pressed to the bars and trying really hard not to cry, or move, or think. ]

[There's so damn little he can do right now, even though he can move himself. But he can at least be...something. He can try.]

Hey. S'okay. Just breathe. Slow and steady. Concentrate on that: one breath at a time, okay?

[ He blinks his eyes open and focuses them through the tears, trying to seek out the voice calling to him. The horns - it's a hallucination, isn't it?

-But. No. Billy recognizes the voice, he thinks, from the network. And it's good advice. He's going to get dehydrated fast enough like this without sobbing.

He jerks his head in a nod - it's the best he can do, and takes a deep breath in and out through his nose. Easy. ]

[And it's a gentle voice, one that holds real concern. And isn't trying to sell him anything more than a few moments of peace from the chaos.]

Good. Atta boy. Don't need to move, just stay still. It's okay.

Can you talk? Can you tell me who you are?

[ Billy tries, slowly, to open his mouth with what little give the stitches have. It's impossible; the best he can do is hum.

His hands - stripped of whatever it was that made hands able to move right - were curled into claws but Billy was nothing if not determined. He held one in the air and traced a backwards 'B', then an 'I', spelling out his entire name slowly and painfully. ]

[Crap. No, he didn't mean for Billy to strain himself. But he did want to know, and now he can help speak for him and save him some trouble.]

...Billy. Shit, man. Okay. Take it easy, now. I got ya. We talked before, I'm Rhys.

Just try and rest for a few minutes, slow breaths. Like water. Steady, like a river taking a little bit of the pain away every time you breathe out.

[It's a small thing. Such a small, useless thing. But it's an exercise that can help at least a little, maybe, and take Billy's mind off his helplessness and panic. It's the best Rhys can do right now.]

[ Billy's head jerks in a nod. He thought he recognized the voice, and now that he has a name he can pin it down for sure.

He almost wants to laugh, because what an introduction.

Laughing would hurt, though. A lot.

It's good advice. The fact that it's coming from a guy with literal devil horns (were those there before? where did they even get horns to stitch on?) doesn't make it bad advice.

Meditation; he can do meditation. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his noise, holds it for three counts, and lets it out through his mouth -

ow. No. No, that was bad. ]

[Hysterical laughter isn't helpful, but Rhys has wavered on the edge of it several times already himself since he got here, and he knows how it creeps up on you. So he's patient, and waits for Billy to work through it, giving him time to get his bearings.]

Yeah, I know. It sucks. But if you can rest, and stay calm, it'll be better.

[You don't know where they got the horns, Billy. Or the tail. Rhys is trying not to think about it. Trying very, very hard, which is part of why he's focusing on you so hard.]

And...we'll try and get you a little water. Somehow. Just stay as still as you can in the meantime.

[ Billy lets go of the attempt for now - he'll come back to it - and lays still just breathing and listening. He wishes he knew a way to keep Rhys talking, about absolutely anything, but the most he can manage right now is to hum something he hopes sounds grateful.

Water. It's like not thinking about scratching your nose or pink elephants or something, because now it's all he can think about.

He nods, shortly, and does as he's told.]

[Rhys will keep talking, on and off as his own energy allows him, even though for the moment he's not entirely sure what's most needed and can't read exactly what Billy wants. But he is here and doing his best, for whatever it's worth.

It's something, and he's trying. And as small as that hum is, it's enough to let him know that he's getting through, which is a small salve for his own stress.]

[ Coming in with a couple of tablets under his arms. He walks past Billy, aiming to harass one of those in his charge, but pauses as he sees him. ]

Looks like you've seen better days.

[ Billy looks up at Vanitas through bleary eyes, not sure what's going on. Maybe they're coming to drag them all out again and repeat the horror show; maybe this is a rescue.

Either way he can't really find it in himself to care, even when he puts together from the voice that this is Funny Key Weirdo.

He wants badly to make a joke about unlocking the prison doors. All he can do is grunt in annoyance. ]

[ That key is in another cloak or something. He has no real desire to open the cells anyways. It's not necessary. ]

I have something of yours.

[ Pulling out a tablet. ]

[ Billy's expression sharpens into focus immediately, though there's still a haze of pain over his eyes. He pushes himself up into something of sitting position and scoots closer to the bars, gesturing.

It probably won't be that easy, but he can try. ]

[ He goes to hand it over, but stops just out of his reach. ]

You'll have to do something for me first.

[ Billy tries to portray pure exasperation.

His mouth is sewed shut and his feet are broken. The hell does Vanitas expect him to do? ]

[ His expression doesn't change. ]

You have to show you're ready for the conversion. You have to perform an act of self-betrayal to who you were before.

[ Self-betrayal.

Who was he? What could he do that was different from what he'd always done? Not be a superhero? Hurt someone?

He thinks it over quickly, sitting there, before he gestured Vanitas forward. ]

[ He doesn't do any kisses, dude.

He does move closer at the gesture. Brainwashing is a powerful drug, kiddies. ]

What is it?

[ He reaches forward and grabs Vanitas with both hands, grabs hold of Vanitas' robe, and pulls as hard as he can to try and bounce Vanitas' head off the bars.

As hard as he can isn't very hard; any resistance would put a stop to his plan quickly. But hurting someone who hadn't hurt him first - who probably didn't have any more choice in this than he did - is something he'd never do back home. ]

[ The effects the convert have over the prisoners are probably working against Billy too. He does manage to yank Vanitas forward, but it doesn't really hurt much.

Billy is the hero type. So the attempt does make sense in the whole against his character thing. After he pulls back away from the jail because being physical is still pretty foreign, he'll fork over the tablet. ]

That'll do.

[ He's not even mad. If anything, he feels accomplished. Billy is getting that much closer to becoming an acolyte. ]

[ Billy latches onto the tablet like he's starving and it's a big mac. This is his tablet now. No take backs - and to try and make sure that will stick he scoots back as best he can using only one arm. ]

hnks

annnnnnnnls

thaaanks

[ It's a little pathetic, but he's lacking in witty rejoinders right now. ]

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[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Night 260/Day 261 - cw: facial mutilation, broken bones

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