[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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[sleight_of_fate]

[He nods quietly in agreement.]

This place crawls inside your head. It seems to find what wears you down, and makes it that much worse.

And...

You want to protect the people you care about from it, but it doesn't let you. Sometimes you can make it better, but sometimes you just have to watch, and that's...I don't know. That's sort of the personal definition of Hell for some people.

[bywolves]

[ Royce tilts his head back. ]

I don't really care about most people. [ Sniff. He's just rambling, now, disjointed and not making a whole lot of sense because he's fighting the urge to throw himself in the hole. Not yet. ] Two, three. Here, there's less than that still alive. And even that that's pushing it because I can't find it in me to care about anything at all, these days.

I feel empty. Like something carved it all out. Haven't felt this way in years.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Royce might be rambling, but he's making a chilling amount of sense, to someone who's been there too. Rhys is torn between sympathy, and his own hollow feeling.

Nothing changes, here. It just gets worse.]

I think that's what this place does. It drains you. Anything you had left.

And a shitload of us are broken up messes to begin with.

[His voice is quiet- he's spent so much time thinking about it.]

Even a couple is nice, though. To have something else to think about. To have a reason to try.

[bywolves]

Thought it was hell, for a while. [ A pause. ] It makes sense. Even having nice things makes sense. Having someone to be next to makes it hurt worse when they're inevitably taken from you.

[sleight_of_fate]

[It's kind of nice to know someone had the same thought he did.]

I'm still not sure that it's not.

[He curls his arms around his chest protectively.]

'Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes an axman to chop off your head'.

[He's not sure why the old rhyme comes to mind, but it seems strangely appropriate here. He also hasn't been sleeping much and it's starting to get to him.]

[bywolves]

[ A pause, and he tilts his head back and to the side, watching Rhys. ]

Appropriately morbid. [ Sniff. ] Good luck voicing the idea. Most jump on you for it. Don't want to think their good and virtuous life still ended up with them here.

[sleight_of_fate]

I kinda collect poetry. A lot of it's morbid, I went through a pretty intense romantic goth phase.

[He pulled it off nicely, too. He already likes to read, has long hair and weird jewelry, and dresses in black.]

That's the thing that fucks it up. Some of us probably belong here, but some of us? I really don't think they do.

[He laughs quietly, and shakes his head.]

The real laugh is, my religion doesn't even really have a Hell. It's based on reincarnation.

[bywolves]

As far as you know. [ Royce says, idly. ] And I don't have a religion. And we have a literal angel in this pit with us. We're not exactly - uniform.

[sleight_of_fate]

[He does have to laugh at that, a little.]

Yeah, my religion doesn't have angels, either, but here we are, huh?

[He toys idly with his bracelets.]

I don't know. I guess whatever it is, we just have to make the best of it, try and get through it until...whatever happens, happens. Not like we have a lot of other choices, and if there's other people here who do make it better, then...there's that, at least.

[You have no idea how much he envies you, Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Aw, Rhys. There's not much to be envious of here. ]

Yeah. We get through it. Eventually. [ A beat. And he shifts, like he's preparing to get up. ] I need to go make sure Ecks isn't harassing Solomons. Don't jump off by yourself.

cw: suicidal mention

[sleight_of_fate]

Go easy on her.

[There's a slight smile on it, though. He knows just how difficult Ecks can be.]

...no worries. I've had a lot of practice in "Not jumping". I think I can hold out a little longer.

[bywolves]

I will. [ He's got a soft spot for Ecks - which he imagines is not unusual. ]

Mm. [ If he gets the implication there, he passes over it. ] See you around, Rhys. [ And he's off. ]