Apartment Above the Boards, Wednesday Evening

Jan 11, 2012 21:22

It had been... it had been a matter of months, now, since Jonothon had come back to Fandom Island. A matter of months full of regret, mostly. Guilt. A scream deep inside of him that always started as an itch a, doubt, a shadow disguised as a memory that sometimes he could ignore, but more often than not he found himself dwelling on until it pulled ( Read more... )

weirdness: omwf, people: karla, places: apartment over the boards

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glacial_witch January 12 2012, 02:34:19 UTC
Karla was running a little late to Jono's. She'd gotten stopped by Jack on her way to the Boards and their resultant talk had lasted awhile. Hopefully Jono wouldn't mind that much; his message had said that it was okay to just leave the catalogues on the table if he didn't answer.

"Kiss kiss?" Karla called, poking her head into the apartment, hoping either Troy or Jono would answer. In Kaeleer, males' spaces were sacrosanct and females didn't trespass without permission. Technically, she had permission, but a quick message over the phone wasn't enough to settle her growing unease.

"With En Sabah Nur at your core!"

No one answered and so she crept inside like a blonde mouse, placing the catalogues on the table like she'd been instructed. It sounded like Jono was in the shower, singing. Today being the day for it, she wouldn't have thought anything of it except...

...Except she was still feeling unsettled. And sometimes the voice singing didn't sound like Jono's.

"I am you! You are mine!"She should leave ( ... )

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apocalipped January 12 2012, 02:43:47 UTC
Voices. More voices. One voice? Jono didn't answer this one. The trouble with being physically capable of crying, he was learning, was that once you started, it was maddeningly difficult to stop. And why should he stop?

Just for voices?

He curled forward, one hand cradling the other as blood ran between his fingers, turning pink in the water that had pooled on the floor around him. He was shivering, but he wasn't actually sure if he was cold. Maybe he'd care about the cold later. That could be a concern to be dealt with along with the voices.

There were a thousand of him, scattered around him on the floor, ripping at any bit of his flesh that they could reach, all staring up at him horrified at what they saw. They were crying too.

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glacial_witch January 12 2012, 03:00:13 UTC
Karla pounded on his bathroom door, but only as long as it took for her other hand to find the knob and turn. For a moment, she thought she was in the wrong mutant's bathroom--shards of glass and blood and sobbing. For a brief, hysterical moment, she nearly said, Not you.

Fortunately, that moment passed as fast as it had happened and Karla realized she was staring at the other blue heir of Apocalypse Jono, curled up and sobbing like his heart would break.

She almost called for Raven right then, but decided this was probably the last thing her friend should see. She'd get him calmed down and cleaned up (and maybe clothed, too), before she called in the cavalry.

"Jono," she called softly, vanishing the broken mirror shards. "Jono, it's Karla. Can you hear me?" She padded lightly forward, raising a hand to rest it on his shoulder.

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apocalipped January 12 2012, 03:12:08 UTC
He tensed, suddenly and almost violently, choking on a desperate gasp for air that didn't do him any good anyhow. For all the years that he'd spent just wishing to take one more breath, now it felt as though he could spend the rest of his life gasping and he'd still suffocate.

The voice came with a hand.

The thousand faces on the floor were joined by a thousand more.

He stared at them for an eternity. They looked worried. There was no accusation in their eyes. And even the broken pieces of him on the floor looked confused. There should be, shouldn't there? Didn't the faces know that he was a monster? They kept looking at them, and the one that was behind him didn't pull away in disgust, and he couldn't stand to see them any more.

He raised his bloody hands and pressed them to his face, closing his eyes.

But he nodded.

And then he shook his head.

Two thousand faces and one voice in his ears, and he couldn't hear a word. He was utterly deaf. The world stopped at the borders of his mind and there was a sheer drop from there

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