All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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[endgames]

Never heard of it.

You should tell me about it. Much as you can remember.

[simplestgift]

Woods. [He wraps his arms around himself.] Very green, moss everywhere. Kennedy estate was there. [His eyes squeeze shut, this time with no tears knocked out.]

[endgames]

Heh. Sounds like my kind of place. Good spot to grow up in?

[simplestgift]

[It was, but it's getting harder to focus on conversation. It takes him a bit.]

The...the moss made for a soft landing when I fought with my brothers and sister.

[endgames]

Heh. That's good, I suppose. That happen a lot?

[simplestgift]

No more than anyone else did. [His legs uncurl a bit, and his feet touch the bars. He flips face-up suddenly, hitting his knee again, then sits up with his back against the cage wall. He still cannot stretch his legs, and he's feeling very strange. The slurred speech is gone and the bees are dying down, but now there are colored spots in front of his eyes, shapes, patterns, and it's only making the space he's in feel smaller. His eyes close again and he tries to catch his breath, still the sudden spike in his heart rate.]

What about you?

[He can focus on Shikamaru's story, or at least try, more easily than he can trudge through the dark things in his brain and find the frivolous stuff.]

[endgames]

[He opens his mouth to tell Archie to calm down; sit still. Making out the look on his face in the dark though, he can see he's already trying.

Shikamaru keeps his eye on him all the same, and tries to be as detailed as possible, to distract him.]

My country's called the Land of Fire. It's warm there, almost all the time - the summers are real humid. Very green. There's forests that stretch on for miles - some trees are over a hundred feet tall.

[simplestgift]

Like...jungle? [He's slumping, not really able to stay upright.]

[endgames]

[He shakes his head.] Not so extreme. Forests.

My family actually owns one of them. We tend the deer that live there.

[simplestgift]

[Curling his knees up to his chest.] H...how? [Don't deer look after themselves?]

[endgames]

They're pretty low-maintenance. [It makes him grin.] Mostly, we protect their habitat, and treat them when they're sick or injured. Rutting season is a pain in the ass.

[It's been a while since he thought of this. A year ago, it was second nature.] Sometimes we'll look after a fawn for a while, if the mother dies and it's not ready to look after itself. When I was a kid, that was my job. Too dangerous to let me work with the bucks and all.

[simplestgift]

[Archie has been slowly sinking to the bottom of the cage and curling up on his side again. Now, he's gone quiet, images of deer and strangely colored patterns not quite enough to make him forget the tiny space he's in. His breathing is irregular, but he's making no other sound.]

[endgames]

[That's good, he thinks - for now. He goes on.]

One of the fawns my old man had me look after is the biggest stag we have now, actually. Taller than me, and that's not counting the antlers. Without them, he'd probably look like a horse.

He's pretty amazing, though. You talk to him... and it's like talking to a person. He knows what you're saying.

[simplestgift]

Does he talk back? [Something about voices telling stories is immensely soothing, and combined with the drugs, he's feeling sleepy.]

[endgames]

Not with words. Talking is a people thing. Deer understand things in a different way than we do. It's what makes them cool.

...heh. Even if it does sound cheesy.