Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

Comments

cw teeth trauma, spine trauma

[bookofnope]

[Beckett is sprawled with his side against the wall of the cell when Flynn passes by, close to the entrance but clearly unable to move any further for the moment. His breathing comes in quick shallow bursts. He is in a new and unique kind of pain, though from the outside all that is visible now are the run of the mill tears and bruises, and his broken and bloodied mouth. Which curls in a deeply disturbing grin when he raises his head to Flynn as the librarian passes by.]

So much for - keeping on the safe side.

[cahooted]

[Disturbing is just the word for it. Nightmarish might be another, more concise term and it's obvious that Flynn is helplessly overwhelmed with the entire situation.

These aren't the flashy adventures of the dreamscape Beckett got to see.

He can deal with people shooting at him, threatening him with guns and knives, can even stomach the occasional little torture here and there, like crazed vampire acolytes that drug him or cut his hand for a blood sacrifice - but this is a kind of horror he's unfamiliar, uninitiated with.

For a moment he looks like he's just going to stumble on and leave him, like a figure in a haunted house you pass by. One horrific shock effect on the left side, better watch out what's coming on the right side of the tracks next.]

What did they do to you?

[bookofnope]

[Well, since he's asking...]

Fangs. Knocked them out. Stuck them in my back. Deep. Must've gone in the spine.

[And that hurts indescribably, but otherwise he seems quite calm, significantly less horrified than the circumstances merit. He even sounds borderline respectful when he muses:]

Personal. Creative. Always... creative. Same for you?

[cahooted]

I-I'm... sorry.

[Flynn is just so stunned by how horrible that is he doesn't even know what else to say.] Is there anything I can... d-do you want me to bring you some food or water?

[Personal? He hadn't given that any thought. His hand cradles his arm close to his body, gaze turning inward.]

I don't know. Maybe.

[bookofnope]

No... no. [He's in much too much pain for that, it'll just end badly. But he looks at Flynn with narrowed eyes, trying to focus. The man looks so horrified, you'd think this is his first Norfinbury rodeo. That he's not getting it yet, that it's all just pain, just bloody mind games...]

You can... give me information. What... what did they do?

[cahooted]

[He looks down.]

I don't-- They attacked each other. I don't know why. There was blood everywhere. I...

[His voice grows quiet, almost inaudible.]

One of them bit me.