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thearena2014-08-31 09:46 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-08-31 09:46 pm
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With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Who| Initiate and Terezi
What| Guess who's not dead. It's this guy. Terezi is going to find this out.
Where| Third floor, near the Alternia store.
When| Forward dated Mid/End of the third week in arena.
WARNINGS| Avoxing/avoxes, references to the conditioning process. Mentions of torture, police brutality. Many instances of altered mental states, guilt/panic. And just for the book, just in case that comes up, all the warnings are here.
The addition of one, then another Kankri Vantas, surprisingly didn't do much to interupt his schedule. He still went back to Kurloz's pile, he still curled up there in silence (after another torturous round 'force the avox to defy his conditioning and learn to sign') at the far corner of it and slept, the woke again to head off into the arena, once again seeking someone to give him something to do. When he's not reading his own future that is.
His ears are still scabbed and shredded. It's clear now, like it wasn't totally obvious before, the one useless fin is completely missing. The other is torn something awful, all the thin membrane for feeling that underwater noise is all gone to shit, some of it hanging off loosely in a way that taunts for the tearing but he firmly avoids touching. His hair ain't grown in such short time of course, so it's still short cropped and curling as ever. He's grey faced, largely. And he's near gotten used to not having a tongue.
With each passing day, he finds he can do a little more than he could before, without the fear swallowing him whole immediate. He finds his shatter cracked self still staying such, but that mysterious third way of being, dragged up through the break line that the Alternian v.s. Avox war got making in him, starts to rise and settle more and more. He still doesn't know what to expect of it, but he's starting to accept it at least, with somewhat less choking terror.
Today, he can almost tell himself he's walking just because he feels like it. Even if just a while ago he got finished helping the other avoxes put food out as he and they always do. He's up on the third floor, passing all the shops. He's passed them enough he recognizes them all, but his eyes mostly got to glazing over. Today though, he decides to actually take a look at one in particular, that one being, the Alternia store.
And then he proceeds to look immediately down because no, he still does not have the capacity to sort through the sight of that shit. And it's just in this short bit of time, he fails to notice the presence of anyone else altogether, where otherwise he'd be all over it.
What| Guess who's not dead. It's this guy. Terezi is going to find this out.
Where| Third floor, near the Alternia store.
When| Forward dated Mid/End of the third week in arena.
WARNINGS| Avoxing/avoxes, references to the conditioning process. Mentions of torture, police brutality. Many instances of altered mental states, guilt/panic. And just for the book, just in case that comes up, all the warnings are here.
The addition of one, then another Kankri Vantas, surprisingly didn't do much to interupt his schedule. He still went back to Kurloz's pile, he still curled up there in silence (after another torturous round 'force the avox to defy his conditioning and learn to sign') at the far corner of it and slept, the woke again to head off into the arena, once again seeking someone to give him something to do. When he's not reading his own future that is.
His ears are still scabbed and shredded. It's clear now, like it wasn't totally obvious before, the one useless fin is completely missing. The other is torn something awful, all the thin membrane for feeling that underwater noise is all gone to shit, some of it hanging off loosely in a way that taunts for the tearing but he firmly avoids touching. His hair ain't grown in such short time of course, so it's still short cropped and curling as ever. He's grey faced, largely. And he's near gotten used to not having a tongue.
With each passing day, he finds he can do a little more than he could before, without the fear swallowing him whole immediate. He finds his shatter cracked self still staying such, but that mysterious third way of being, dragged up through the break line that the Alternian v.s. Avox war got making in him, starts to rise and settle more and more. He still doesn't know what to expect of it, but he's starting to accept it at least, with somewhat less choking terror.
Today, he can almost tell himself he's walking just because he feels like it. Even if just a while ago he got finished helping the other avoxes put food out as he and they always do. He's up on the third floor, passing all the shops. He's passed them enough he recognizes them all, but his eyes mostly got to glazing over. Today though, he decides to actually take a look at one in particular, that one being, the Alternia store.
And then he proceeds to look immediately down because no, he still does not have the capacity to sort through the sight of that shit. And it's just in this short bit of time, he fails to notice the presence of anyone else altogether, where otherwise he'd be all over it.
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It feels a little like he's drawing in, so she leans forward to bump her head against his again--leaving it there this time. They'll have to move soon. They can't stay hidden away in this store forever, but it's enough to let him rest a bit after all of that. They can move on when he's ready.