poly_chromatic | ♦ ♦ 13th Contract

[ The weekend has come and gone. ]

[ Familiar faces have come and gone with it, leaving him feeling like an animal who's been taunted through the bars of a cage. Ugly memories, dormant for so long he expected to be free of them, emerge now as if risen from the dead. Horrors worse than what lurk in a crate of vodka have his head pounding -- tick tick tick like the City Clock. Like a time-bomb. Sometimes he sees Amber, free-floating, whispering riddles in his ears. Sometimes it's Yin, watching him with blank eyes and a sad not-smile. Pai is almost always closeby: never quite visible, calling out to him from behind a spray of blood. ]

[ Barely able to distinguish sleep from wakefulness, he isn't sure which is worse. The City feels twice as surreal after the atmosphere of the weekend, the atmosphere of his mind. ]

[ Fortunately there are ample distractions. ]

[Audio]

~~So this place has taken its 'prison' aspects a step further.~~

...Is this a practical joke?

[ Options For Run-Ins: ]

[ Shed: Pent-up energy and a mind for solitude have him trekking through the woods. He's in no mood for the chatter and music of smoky bars. He can't muster that effort to be On tonight -- to handle human faces and prying questions. Worse, the City's full of pests and spies. He'd rather not be out in public, where he could be recognized. The outdoors are a better bet, particularly so late at night. Holed up in an unheated shed, a flask of something foul in his coat pocket, he can lull himself into imperfect numbness. ]

[ If he doesn't freeze to death, locked and stranded, first. ]

[ Houseguest: The moon is pale in the sky. Masked and armed, Hei slinks through rooftops in the early-night darkness. Passing like a shadow past signboards and sloping tiles -- graceful, nearly weightless. He's alert, keeping track of everything. But his mind is fixed on Pai, on Amber and Yin and all the possibilities wasted. The thought-pattern is irrational. A time-waster. Dropping into an empty flat, he tries to snap out of it. It's chilly in here. He doesn't bother switching on the lights. Changing into civilian clothes in the bathroom, he splashes cold water on his face and resolves to head home. ]

[ Until he realizes he's stuck in. ]

[ What now? ]

[OOC: open to action and network replies. I'm cool with assuming he was stuck with more than one person during this curse. On that note, those he's trapped with are welcome to threadjack any network responses! Hei's in a tetchy mood after 4th Wall, so GIVE HIM HELL<3 ]

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That's what I said.

And did you receive an answer?

[ He's guessing not. ]

Nope.

Are you stuck in a stuffy dark place too?

Yep. I am.

[SIGH.]

Is the company at least pleasant?

[ He's not sure the one he's been saddled with is. ]

I guess you can say that.

[Spoken begrudgingly!] What about yours?

[ Just as begrudging. With a little hmmm thrown in. ]

Well...

I'm not dead yet.

So she can't be that bad.

I'd toast you if I had a beer.

No beer either?

[ Dude. At least Li has liquor to get through this bullshit. ]

This must be what the ninth circle of Hell is like.

No beer.

[The most solemn!!!]

[ This is an occasion requiring utmost solemnity. ]

No snacks or fingerfood either?

[Thinking whether or not to call the man he's stuck with a snack.]

...Nope.

[ Is he tasty-looking?!! ]

My sympathies, sir.

I guess it's too much to ask if there's a deck of cards to entertain yourselves with.

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I HEARD THAT!

[ He shoots her a look that says: Chill, I got this. ]

[ Sotto voce: ]

The sorrier our situation seems, the better.

[ As if it isn't sorry enough. ]

[fail sotto voice]

Why?

[ Sigh. He covers the device with a hand. ]

It's called trolling for sympathy.

That way someone will come by with food or blankets.

How will they get in? The door is stuck.

[ Face? Meet palm. ]

The gap underneath is wide enough to slip in crackers. Or folded blankets.

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[He can hear only like half of this conversation 8(((]

...Hello?

[Trying very hard to "troll for sympathy" like Hei suggested, even though she thinks it's a stupid idea]

Don't listen to him. I'm the one you should feel sorry for.

[Yeah, she's really bad at this game.]

I dunno, that guy gave me free food once.

[And it wasn't poisoned!!]

THAT'S HOW HE GETS YOU! He tries to look all sweet and innocent with his homemade cakes and then it turns out that --

[RIGHT. SECRET.]

That he's a big jerk.

[ KORRA HE IS THIS CLOSE TO ZAPPING YOU UNCONSCIOUS ]

I am not. [ In perfect 'Li' voice. For the audience's benefit. ]

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