[The smell of blood was what hit her first. It made her throat burn and she swallowed back the thirst, eyes darting around the room for the source of that horrible laugh.]
You- are you hurt?
[Probably a stupid question given the fact that he's tied to a chair and his head is bowed.]
We have to get out. [She takes a step forward, concerned.]
[where the voice is coming from is... a mystery. But Jason lifts his head when he hears someone else with him, and he-- squints? confused? he's shared dreams before but--
whatever he's about to say is stopped with an invisible hit to his temple, opening up a bloody wound.
[and he slowly forces himself up, testing the bindings on his hands-- while the laughter titters again, a crazed feeling settling over the room. it feels a little bit harder to control impulses, no matter what they are]
[Harder to control impulses indeed. The smell of blood from his wound makes her throat tighten painfully. There was no way she would do anything about it but the thirst was there.]
Can I- what can I do?
[She wants to approach and untie him but she's afraid of his attacker hurting him more if she tries. She takes a step closer, testing it.]
[She becomes momentarily distracted by the boy. She moves back towards him, reaching for him. It hits her how alike they look. Was this like visiting that place in Shrike's heart? She didn't know.]
It's alright. I'll help you. [She crouches beside the boy, reaching out to touch him.]
[Jason says, firmly, even though the boy seems to be moving. but he's cold-- cold and bloody.]
Gimme-- a second.
[to get out of those ropes-- while the joker giggles, his laugh infecting everything around them. darker thoughts and impulses start to take hold, as he uses the end of the crowbar to tilt her head up.]
"You should be laughing, all of this is one of my greatest hits. Don't be a party pooper!"
[She can practically feel it seeping into her, like a shadow in the corner of her eye. It made her want to rip the clown’s throat out with her fangs.]
Ha ha. [Her tone is flat as she stares at the clown from the end of the crowbar that lifted her chin. Her fists clench, itching to come to blows with his face. The smell of blood burned hotter in her senses. Instead of focusing on it, or on the clown, her gaze drifts to Jay in his chair, struggling to get free, before drifting back to the painted monster with the crowbar.]
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You- are you hurt?
[Probably a stupid question given the fact that he's tied to a chair and his head is bowed.]
We have to get out. [She takes a step forward, concerned.]
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[where the voice is coming from is... a mystery. But Jason lifts his head when he hears someone else with him, and he-- squints? confused? he's shared dreams before but--
whatever he's about to say is stopped with an invisible hit to his temple, opening up a bloody wound.
followed by crazed laughter]
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No-!! [She takes more hurried steps forward, looking for his invisible attacker.]
Stop hurting him!
[They had talked before but she didn't know his name. She regretted now not asking it. He was in pain and she wanted to help him.]
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Calm down.
[and he slowly forces himself up, testing the bindings on his hands-- while the laughter titters again, a crazed feeling settling over the room. it feels a little bit harder to control impulses, no matter what they are]
He does that, sometimes.
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Can I- what can I do?
[She wants to approach and untie him but she's afraid of his attacker hurting him more if she tries. She takes a step closer, testing it.]
What is he?
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[the bodies behind her start to twitch-- and she might hear the labored breath from the boy who... looks basically like a younger version of Jason.
because he is. the laughter titters again and there's a metal clank somewhere.]
Nothing more. Nothing less.
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[She becomes momentarily distracted by the boy. She moves back towards him, reaching for him. It hits her how alike they look. Was this like visiting that place in Shrike's heart? She didn't know.]
It's alright. I'll help you. [She crouches beside the boy, reaching out to touch him.]
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whatever hit him, hits her as suddenly too, but this time she can see the plaster white skin, the off kilter smile and green hair... the purple suit.]
"Don't you know when someone's dead!?"
[he giggles happily]
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He's not dead!
[Right? She looks at Jason tied to the chair and back to the one who had been barely breathing.]
Leave him alone!
[He had told her to be calm and she was doing a terrible job of it.]
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[Jason says, firmly, even though the boy seems to be moving. but he's cold-- cold and bloody.]
Gimme-- a second.
[to get out of those ropes-- while the joker giggles, his laugh infecting everything around them. darker thoughts and impulses start to take hold, as he uses the end of the crowbar to tilt her head up.]
"You should be laughing, all of this is one of my greatest hits. Don't be a party pooper!"
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Ha ha. [Her tone is flat as she stares at the clown from the end of the crowbar that lifted her chin. Her fists clench, itching to come to blows with his face. The smell of blood burned hotter in her senses. Instead of focusing on it, or on the clown, her gaze drifts to Jay in his chair, struggling to get free, before drifting back to the painted monster with the crowbar.]
I guess I’m not in the mood for jokes.