[The hollow is standing in his room, the curtain half-covering the window and he has a hand held up, flexing it and looking at it. He felt different today too and... starving for some reason; more than usual. He hasn't eaten any souls in months but this was something else. Maybe it was time he went hunting to find something to eat... It has been ( Read more... )

[Over a year's gone by and another Spring is coming... and he's still stuck in the goddamn mansion. And despite the hollow has made no effort to contact anyone in the mansion for fun... it won't stop him from claiming the roof as his. He sits and looks at the same landscape he's had to live in for the last year and a bit and mumbles unhappily.]

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What the fuck is this stupid shit..?! Is there any point to whatever the fuck this is 'cause it ain't fuckin' funny!

Oi, cat. Guess the fuck what?

This whole place belongs to me; includin' the fuckers in it. So ya can take yer worthless ass and stay outside. Got a problem with that?

[Of course if he bothered to do so he could have locked the entry from the rest of the residents... but he's got nothing to hide.]

[Oh it's a perfectly normal winter morning, sun is coming up, snow is glistening on the ground... a series of explosions with the cracking sound of trees from the depths of the forest. Good morning, Wonderland~]

[If he didn't hate this fucking place before he sure hated it now. The last three days were just...

You know what, he didn't even want to think about it. It was beyond embarrassing that he was acting so human; let alone being a punkass little brat. He couldn't even go outside to destroy anything in frustration because it was snowing like hell ( Read more... )

[All of these bright lights, tinsel, garland, and decorations all over the mansion was confusing him. What were they for ( Read more... )

[Well, it was after the scheduled dinner time--at least just about finished anyway and most of them should have taken their pills by now--and this doctor decides to go through his rounds about the High Security ward to make some observations of the more... dangerous residents of the asylum. Who knows, maybe he'd get to put his more 'realistic' ( Read more... )

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[The Hollow is still passed at one of tea room tables with his head buried in his folded arms, his kosode missing and there seems to be scribbles of marker all over his back. He hasn't had the joy of waking up to the mess of the mansion or a pounding headache from the ultimate hangover just yet.]