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entranceway2013-10-29 10:32 pm
algidity) wrote in entranceway2013-10-29 10:32 pm
4th Bad Idea [Video/Action/Private Text]
(( ooc: If you'd like you can bump into him in the halls before or after the transmission. I'm up for all your mirror shenanigan needs, someone to attack/bully/hurt/befriend/whatever or your normal people shenanigans. ))
[ The video feed shows a teenager with a faded bruise, the bruise is healing a lot faster than his actual jawbone, which hurts like hell. When he talks it's obvious that he's slightly disgruntled by it. Attack Of The Wolfman hadn't ended too well for him. He'd spent an hour poking at the bruise when he'd first gotten it, making him even more insecure about his dumb face. He is however walking around the mansion hallways. ]
So, uh, is there anything that's working for getting people back to normal? Because I'm starting to think this couldn't get much worse. [ Isaac, you've watched enough horror movies to know not to say that. There's a moment when he chews on his lip in thought, eyes only flickering away from the feed for seconds at a time. ]
Why does it always have to be evil or weird stuff? Just once couldn't it just be like... a swarm of playful kittens or something? [ Puppies, kittens and ranbows for everyone? ]
Or y'know, a tropical vacation? ... Minus mosquitoes.
[ After the video ends he shoots off a Private Text to Santana
Private to Santana: ]
Hey you okay? if you havent noticed a lot of weird crap is going on.
[ The video feed shows a teenager with a faded bruise, the bruise is healing a lot faster than his actual jawbone, which hurts like hell. When he talks it's obvious that he's slightly disgruntled by it. Attack Of The Wolfman hadn't ended too well for him. He'd spent an hour poking at the bruise when he'd first gotten it, making him even more insecure about his dumb face. He is however walking around the mansion hallways. ]
So, uh, is there anything that's working for getting people back to normal? Because I'm starting to think this couldn't get much worse. [ Isaac, you've watched enough horror movies to know not to say that. There's a moment when he chews on his lip in thought, eyes only flickering away from the feed for seconds at a time. ]
Why does it always have to be evil or weird stuff? Just once couldn't it just be like... a swarm of playful kittens or something? [ Puppies, kittens and ranbows for everyone? ]
Or y'know, a tropical vacation? ... Minus mosquitoes.
[ After the video ends he shoots off a Private Text to Santana
Private to Santana: ]
Hey you okay? if you havent noticed a lot of weird crap is going on.
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The hours after Castiel had put the other him to sleep had felt like years, and the hours after Emma pulls him from the window feel like minutes. Sometimes he loses track of himself entirely, leaving black spots in his memory. Sometime he has flashes of running away. Then there's the burning, acrid smell of Hell, and the other him cursing in his ear as they roll down the stairs. He doesn't know how long it takes to claw his way back to the surface, he only knows that his Mirror's been in control without him, and when he wakes up the worst of his injuries have been shoddily bandaged. He's not reassured. He has a knife in his hand, covered in blood, and no idea where it came from.
This needs to end.
Time continues to pass, and he continues to get lost in its fog. His only solace is that the other him doesn't seem to be faring much better.
Adam's always been a quick learner. That helps, too.
For a while, he finds a spot at the bottom of some stairs to sit, curling up out of sight with his bloody clothes and the stink of exhaustion hanging off of him. The knife, he holds with both hands above the vulnerable organs in his stomach. That's the key, he's found; the other understands with perfect certainty that he'll do it, and the knowledge keeps him at bay, giving Adam time to rest.]
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Isaac hasn't made his network post yet, he's not even with Allison yet, he's on his way to be however. But something stops him in his tracks - the metallic tang of blood in the air, a scent that can drag him from even the deepest thoughts. As he gets closer the scents in the air only get more distressing, especially when he knows Scott is running around doing whatever the hell he likes and there are a bunch of mirrors that could possibly be homicidal maniacs.
It makes him worry. So of course he does what any Beacon Hills teenager does - he follows it.
What he comes across is exactly what he was hoping not to come across but he looks familiar. Maybe it's because Scott is currently out of commission on doing the constant right thing, or maybe it's the fact that he's been around Allison too long but he has to do something, especially when he sees that knife. ]
Hey, not speaking from experience here but I'm pretty sure that won't help a stomach ache. [ It's a joke, he doesn't want the guy to do anything stupid to himself or out of anger. He steps closer slowly, like someone coming up on a cornered animal, which is ironic if you think about it. ] Are you okay?
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He looks up from his spot on the floor, tired and tense, and when he sees the other boy, both Real and Mirror recognize him almost at once. The other certainly does; there's a vibration deep inside him, a stirring, and it has all the feel of a shark circling in the water.
You again! What is this, Groundhog Day? No, we're not okay! I'm being held hostage by a manic depressive with a knife! That I stole! Do something! Come on, can't you disarm a guy who's shaking as bad as a ninety-year-old with Parkinson's?
Adam clenches his teeth at the voice in his head, not his own. A muscle in his jaw jumps.
I think we should all take a moment and be grateful I didn't put a shotgun in your hand. At the rate these people are going, they'd help you pull the trigger.]
Shut up.
[The command isn't for Isaac, but once Adam gives his head a good shake, he fixes Isaac with a warning glare all the same, shifting his grip on the knife's handle. The fighting with his Mirror has taken its toll on him physically, that much is clear, but he's gathered enough personal awareness to know that no one can be trusted right now. No one but himself.]
You back off.
[That one is for Isaac.]
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[ The amount of #done Isaac is with Wonderhell is almost tangible in the air, it's very obvious in the way he's looking at Adam. He has the strangest feeling that trying to talk this guy down isn't going to work. ] Killing yourself, or at least stabbing yourself like a pin-cushion so I have to stuff all your guts back in and carry you to someone that can fix it is something that shouldn't be on either of our lists of things to do today. [ The thought of stuffing insides back inside... isn't the most pleasing to the werewolf, really, please don't do the stabby thing. That would be way too freaking bloody and way too gross. ]
There are people here that can help you. [ Are there? This is more Allison's area of things - he's not the most social to strangers. ] We were talking before, I thought you were okay. [ His tone is softer, less agitated as ice blue eyes scan over Adam. ]
I'm Isaac. [ He knows this isn't really the best time to be introducing himself, but then, he is going to be the brat making sure Adam doesn't do something too stupid... hopefully. ]
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And inside, the other him snickers, which makes it worse somehow.
Adam looks down, at his hands wrapped around the handle, at the blood both old and new streaked on his skin. He's not listening. There's nothing anyone can do to save him, and he knows it better than Isaac does. One good push, one good cut of a major abdominal vessel--the aorta, or mesenteric veins, maybe--and he'll hemorrhage just like his mom used to tell him about. Maybe he'd come back, maybe he wouldn't, but he'd at least have made a choice. Maybe he'll have gotten rid of the thing inside him along the way.
But it's the promise of help and idea that he's doing oh so well that really brings Adam's anger rushing to the surface. His head snaps up.]
You weren't talking to me! [He barks the words at Isaac, eyes blazing. Get him, boy, get him! his Mirror starts to cheer in his head, only infuriating him more.] You were talking to it, and no, I'm not okay, I'm the farthest thing from okay. There's no one here who can help what's wrong with me.
[This is a fact. The sky is blue, and he's not coming back from this.]
I'm not your problem. Keep walking.
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It? Isaac isn't sure which one is the mirror and which is the real one, they're both acting kind of bat shit crazy, but this one is trying to kill himself so that is the priority right now. ]
Let me try. [ He feels like Scott, months ago he'd have deemed this not his problem, scary kid with a knife who looks like he wouldn't hesitate to try to carve him up like a Holiday turkey? Yeah it wouldn't have been his problem, but since the bite and meeting Scott - well, the edification was blatant, not that he was a bad guy before, his morals were just more shades of grey.
There's no signs of hesitation this time as he moves to get on Adam's level. He's becoming more and more thankful that his mirror didn't make it to him... What kind of twisted terror would he put his friends through. He shakes his head as he speaks again, a mirthless look on his face. ]
You can't just expect me to leave you here like this.
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[He can't do this a second time. He won't. To preserve even a shred of his dignity and make sure the other presence can't use him, putting this fake life of his at risk is the least he can do. Anyway, if he's important enough to the angels, they'll just bring him back again. And again. And again and again and again. Either they would or this place would, right?
Alive or dead, he can't imagine things can get much worse.]
Oh, it's easier than you think. [He continues to watch Isaac, the last bit of anger draining out of his voice. He's asking, he's asking Isaac to leave well enough alone, and he doesn't expect the other person should need much more prompting than that.] You don't know me. I'm giving you an out.
[So please, don't make me your problem.]
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Leaving people behind, to fend for themselves? It's a terrifying idea to Isaac, especially if he can do something to help.
It causes him to draw in a shuddery breath and shake his head. There's the scent of blood and something else Isaac can't quite place, but he's pretty sure it's coming from the guy he's trying to help. ] It might be easy for a lot of people, but, I have a really bad tendency to do things the hard way. It's a pretty bad flaw.
[ His eyes drop from Adam's to the knife again. ] Why are you trying to do that? [ He wants to reach out and take it from him, but the risk of hurting him is too high. ] I mean aside from the obvious. [ Of trying to kill himself. ]
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He levels the boy with a look that borders on militant. He's not afraid of the harm he's ready to bring down on himself. What he is scared of is losing himself in the other presence inside him again, like he had with Michael. To Adam, avoiding full-blown possession is the obvious answer to Isaac's question. Killing himself along with the other him would only be a means to an end.]
Haven't you noticed yet? I'm not the only one who's losing it--other people are being taken over, same as me. [His voice wavers just a bit.] I'm trying to stay me. That's why.
[If Isaac could look inside him and feel the presence listening, brushing up against the bars of its cage, maybe he would start to understand why this is so important. To hold on to what's left of his identity... it's the only power Adam has left.]