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FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

Who: EVERYONE
What: TRAUMA!
When: ALL THE TIME
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TRAUMA. FREE FOR ALL IN THE SCARRING EXPERIENCES DEPARTMENT.
Rating: Gosh. I'm not sure. However, I suggest you hide your little'uns.

Basically, the purpose of this log is TRAUMA SPAM. If you didn't want to spam your flist with extra posts, or you wanted to post with more than one character -- or more than one character more than once! -- here is your place to be.

This will be a commentspam style log where you can thread start with your character hallucinating things. Whatever you wish it to be! It can even just be a more general thread start where they're not hallucinating anything -- yet. And each thread can get treated like a post, where that character's CR can react to the trauma going down!

If you still wish to actually post in your character's journal, you're of course totally allowed to do so. This is just here for funtiems and convenience for everyone who wanted a greater chance to post during this event! Feel free to use it anytime over the next few days, through Halloween, to do "posts" and threads with your characters.

Have at, guys!

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[Quiet.]

......Let....e ou...

[It's too quiet.]

...Ple.......

[She can't speak. It feels like her throat has a rope around it and she's being choked. But she can still breathe and she isn't dying. Death would be a saving grace as of now. It was okay yesterday, but now she too has been seeing hallucinations. Darkness. Silence-- no, cackles. One or two, but then it's horrendously quiet. The typewriter is in front of her and she's trying to press the buttons to write out Hamlet because if she can then maybe maybe maybe the witch will let her out--]

Wh....id I do....ng?

[The only means of sanity she has is the scythe (http://oi55.tinypic.com/2n07fdh.jpg) she is keeping herself balanced on. Without it she would surely fall to the ground, unable to move or see or speak or do anything but listen to the silence. She's holding on to it for dear life, because letting go of it would mean exposing her to danger. The witch will get her and she'll be trapped and it's too quiet quiet quiet quiet why can't she speak it's hard to breathe moving is a pain eyes open eyes closed help me HelP mE HELP--]

Haa--!

[That... doesn't look safe at all. Vash had been walking, trying to clear his head when he spots the girl with the rather large weapon. It doesn't take much to tell she's seeing things that aren't there, but with a weapon like that, this could get deadly for people.]

Hey... miss? Can you hear me? Ma'am?

[His hope is to get you out of your hallucinations before you swing at someone who would only be in the wrong place at the wrong time.]

(OOC: Feel free to swing at him if you want - he'll dodge it.)

Edited 2010-10-28 23:45 (UTC)

[She hears him. But the voice is faint. Faint enough in her head that she barely registers it. Yet, despite it being as faint as a whisper in her ear, she looks up from the ground and registers his existence. Is he the witch? Or is he here to take her out of the darkness of the room with no exit. But if there isn't an exit there surely can't be an entrance, but then how did she get here, why is she here, it isn't logical it makes absolutely no sense.]

Wh.....lp me....hy am I....urts.

[Every time she tries to speak it hurts and she has to cough at the end of the sentence she attempts to produce. Her throat feels like it's on fire and opening her mouth even once makes her choke a little.

She isn't going to swing the scythe, because she's afraid that without it holding her up she might fall into that same Hell again and then she'll never get up. Not even a miracle would save her and it's horrifying. Attack because she's terrified that he's a delusion that is only here to comfort her crumbling sanity, or keep herself up and not fall into the abyss.]

Hurts... what hurts? [He takes a careful step forward. Even if she looks like she couldn't swing it right now, Vash knows what people can do in desperation.] I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help.

[She tries to answer, but as soon as she opens her mouth she begins to choke up and coughs violently.

But once she stops she makes a deadpan look at Vash. Her expression is a lot more darker than before.]

...I can...create...it. [She slowly speaks, stopping every now and then from the burning pain in her throat.] Typewriters..can't back....space but-- [another fit of coughs] --I will....make it.

Edited 2010-10-29 00:58 (UTC)

Are you choking on something? Your throat hurts? [Coming oh, so carefully closer.]

[When he starts to get closer she moves back a few spaces. She won't attack yet, but if he keeps pushing it she might be forced to.]

Do you...have.....it? The......solution. I need-- [another string of coughs] --it......can't....escape.

[He stops as you back away, not wanting to scare or stress you out anymore than you must already be.] Solution? What do you need? Please, I want to help.

Help? [And in that moment. Everything stops. Everything. No movement. No breathing. No recognition. Nothing. Nothing at all.]

[And then.]

[She laughs.]

[Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs-- just hysterical laughing.]

[Vash takes a step back. That's a bit... disturbing, but at least she's breathing?]

[The laughter continues for a good minute, but then abruptly stops.

Bern gives a crooked smile to the person in front of her. Whoever he may be. Her recognition has gone down the drain and she can't even tell who this person is. Is he the witch that is torturing her, is he the Master who trapped her here, is he the Answer she has been typing away for, she has no idea anymore.]

Have you ever read Hamlet?

No, why? [Now he's not sure if she's hallucinating or not, but no way is he letting his guard down now.]

[She scoffs.]

It's a very poetic tale. A prince's father, the king of Denmark, dies and his uncle marries his mother, the queen, and becomes the new king. The father comes to the prince at night as a spirit and proclaims that his uncle killed him and that he must take revenge.

[She laughs a little again, but begins to cough once more. It only lasts for a few seconds, but when it's over she picks the bottom of the scythe from the ground and removes the support from it. She can now stand normally.]

The tale is incredibly long and is regarded as a classic masterpiece in tragedy. ...The witch told me...that if I can type it all out in the dark, by punching what I think are the right letters, I can go home. Typing randomly I can recreate Hamlet and that would be a miracle.

[She laughs again.]

.....Why is...it so...dark? Quiet and dark. Dark and quiet. It's infuriatingly horrifically quiet.

It's not dark, you're having a hallucination. Luceti is playing tricks on your mind.

You're wrong. It's too quiet. It's too dark. I can't breathe, I can't speak, it feels like my throat is on fire and you're here to mock me, you witch's pawn.

[She moves back again, holding the scythe a bit tighter in her hand.] Stay away. I can solve this. I can type it out. I don't care if they all say I'll be here in this dark room forever, I can do this because I'm me and nobody else.

You can speak, you're talking to me right?

I'm not with the witch. My name is Vash, I'm from Luceti.

That's just a delusion in my head. I'm still in the room. I always will be. Until I can type it out and make a miracle I will remain there for eternity.

Now leave witch's pawn. Do not think I will give up because of your mockery known as torture.

Please, I only want to help. Is there anything I could do to prove that I am not with her?

...Actually, there is.

What is it?

[Once he says that, she takes the scythe and swings it at him. It should be easy enough to dodge, given their distance.]

A witch's pawn shouldn't die from a swing of a ceremonial scythe. Therefore, if you die then you aren't a pawn.

WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! [Jumping back away from the scythe] I don't want to die!

Can't I just... get a paper cut and prove I bleed or something!?

Edited 2010-10-29 02:32 (UTC)

Everyone bleeds. [And, just to prove it, she pulls down one of her arm sleeves.] See, even I'm bleeding and I'm not human at all!

[Of course, in reality, there is nothing there. No blood, no scars, absolutely nothing. But, to Bernkastel's eyes, her entire arm has been bashed up by the witch when she tries to squeeze her arm through the hopelessly large crack in the door.]

C-come on! There must be some other way than killing me!

[Bernkastel doesn't reply and only swings the scythe again, aiming for his mid-section]

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