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poly_chromatic2012-11-07 04:11 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-11-07 04:11 am
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♦ ♦ 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 ]
[ 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]
...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 ]
audio;
Do I want to know how you ended up in a place like that?
audio;
It's better if you don't.
[ Seriously. ]
audio;
...I-idiot...
If you're lucky, the curse'll just last for a day.
audio;
I hope so.
I don't think there's a bathroom in here. And my face is getting sort of numb.
[ Exaggeration. He's trained to endure extremes of heat and cold. Part of the job. ]
audio;
Ugh-
[But Rita is pretty convinced that he's dumb, so she grumbles-]
What is in the shed?
audio;
A crate. Some gardening tools. [ An angry Korra. ] A kerosene lamp. [ Pity me. PITY ME!!! ]
audio;
Then light the lamp if you're freezing, already!
audio;
There's no matches. [ A self-conscious pause. ] Could you, um, do me a favor?
audio;
[Rita's pause is more suspicious!] ...What kind of favour?
audio;
Could you, um, send someone with blankets and snacks here? [ So sweetly imploring. ] I promise I'll pay you back for the trouble. With triple-layer cakes if you want.
audio;
...Is there even a window or anything there?
[I-it'snot like she's tempted by cake okay...]
audio;
You can slip things like folded blankets or snacks through.
[ DO EET RITA DO EET FOR THE CAKE 8V ]
audio;
[CAKE...MIGHT BE WORTH NOT LETTING HIM FREEZE :|a]
I wonder... Even if the door won't open, the walls might not be reinforced. Maybe I can blow it up...
[To free him, really!]
audio;
If you think it'd help. [ He and Korra have already attacked weak-points. No luck. ] If not, we'll have to be patient. But food and blankets would make that easier. [ HOPEFUL PUPPYDOG AURA. ]
audio;
[And Rita has no idea what kind of abilities they have, so she figures she has a better chance.]
Hmph... How lame do you have to be that you can't even go one day without eating?
[grumblegrumble but there's the sounds of her moving around and rummaging through stuff!]
audio;
[ He stutters, pretend-embarrassed. ]
I'm sorry. I'm just -- a bit of a compulsive eater.
[ Score. He gets blankets and snacks and she gets desserts! WIN WIN. ]
audio;
[The snacks might not be enough to stop Li from being hungry, though!]
Talk about pathetic...
[But it doesn't take her long to gather a couple things up, and then she gets going.]
Where is this shed, anyway?
audio;
I know. I'm sorry. [ She can win all the insult-battles all she wants. He's won the war. He gets food and blankets. ]
It's, um, near the woods. [ forwarding directions.jpeg. ] Korra's Polar-Bear Dog should be outside.
audio;
[Secretly, she's the one who lost here...]
...A what dog?
audio;
Naga. A Polar-Bear Dog. She looks all mean and scary. But if you feed her, she's actually not that bad.
audio;
[She
is possibly scaredisn't a fan of dogs.]This sounds like more trouble than it's worth...
audio;
Li screamed and ran when he first saw her. ]I-I don't think you'll have to go that far.
She's well-fed. [ And friendly. When she's not being terrifying. ]
audio;
He's a brave man]F-fine--but if she even looks at me like a snack, I'm not sticking around, got it?
audio;
The bravest. ]Of course.
I wouldn't want to get you in trouble on my account. [ A slight pause. ] Again.
audio;
[Grumble... But her place isn't too far from the forest, at least. She just has one question.]
What kind of food does her dog eat?
[Dog-Tyr was angry when she wouldn't give him meat, but the only dog she knows back home is a salad-eater.]
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