[log] The Pit [open]

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Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[fuckingwolverine]

Mama?

[It's not as far-fetched a guess as it probably sounds. Mama likes dark places.]

[jumpthegun]

[He shakes his head.]

If your Mama were here, she'd be up with us, love. That's the way Norfinbury, this place is. They put all of us from the outside together.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She's not sure she buys that - Mama does all kinds of things that other people don't. But she doesn't actually expect this guy to be able to tell her anything about Mama, so she lets it go. Instead, she points down into the hole.]

You going?

[jumpthegun]

[Another shake.]

No. You know what usually happens when people fall from high places?

[fuckingwolverine]

[She knows. She's never fallen from a height of more than a few feet, but even that had hurt. She slaps a hand down flat on the floor. Splat.]

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. I don't want to go splat. And I don't want anyone else. Could you back away from the edge just a little for me? I know you're being really careful, but it'd make me feel safer.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She does what he asks, but grudgingly. She's still close enough to curl her fingers around the edge if she stretches her arms forward enough, which she does.]

[jumpthegun]

Thank you. You've seen that it keeps growing. Just make sure you don't put all your weight on your hands. Keep it on your feet.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She nods, but only absently; her attention is still on the pit more than him. She scoots back towards it, just by an inch.]

[jumpthegun]

[Please stop, small child.]

It's Lilly, right? I heard you telling people on the network. The machines we use. I'm John.

[fuckingwolverine]

[Her fingers scrabble impatiently on the floor, and her jaw works. She looks plaintively at John over her shoulder.]

Wanna go.

[But she doesn't know why she wants to go, because she definitely doesn't want to go splat.]

[jumpthegun]

I know. I feel it, too. [He gets that much, at least.] But you can't go. You understand? You'll get hurt.

[fuckingwolverine]

[The noise she makes is frustrated, a low keening sound. There are so many things here that she doesn't understand - more than in the house she and Victoria had been taken to, more than in the room with the windows they'd been in before that, and definitely more than in the woods.]

[jumpthegun]

[John's half ready to just reach out and snatch the child. He refrains for the time people.]

Please move away from the edge, Lilly. I'd really feel better if you would.

[fuckingwolverine]

No.

[But she doesn't jump, at least. Not yet. She dangles one solitary finger over the edge.]

That was supposed to be 'time being'...

[jumpthegun]

Lilly, why is it important for you to stay at the edge?

[He's tense, a wound spring ready to go off the moment she looks like she's jumping.]

[fuckingwolverine]

[She shakes her head. She doesn't know. She shoots the darkness a concerned, uncertain look - not the kind of uncertain look that says "I'm afraid of you", but the kind that says "I'm looking for reassurance from you". The kind of look most kids would reserve for a trusted adult, or failing that, at least the kindly stranger next to them.]

[jumpthegun]

There's nothing down there, sweetheart. Your mummy's not down there. I can promise you that.

[fuckingwolverine]

[Yeah. Probably not.

Finally pulling away from the edge, she hop-crawls back to her corner, dejected and defeated.]