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maskormenacelogs2014-11-29 06:58 pm
vengefulshades) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-11-29 06:58 pm
He's in the Jailhouse Now [OPEN]
WHO: Yomiel/The Manipulator and YOU!
WHERE: Prison, Heropa.
WHEN: Anytime after November 4th
WHAT: After all that big talk, Mr. Dead Guy got himself arrested. Come visit him!
WARNINGS: Yomiel being a petulant brat.
It was certainly an unusual prison cell. It looked ordinary enough at first glance, but the humming energy field around it was certainly out of the ordinary. It was invisible right up until someone attempted to touch it, when it would fade in with a pale green glow. It didn't hurt, though, so it was possible to reach through the bars just like in any other cell.
Unless, of course, you were the man occupying it.
Inside the cell was a cot, a plate, a cup, a fork, and Yomiel's corpse. It lay motionless on the bed for the most part, but very occasionally would twitch or sit up or roll over. The cell's occupant, meanwhile, spent most of his time as a ghost, knocking over the dinnerware or scooting it around on the floor or playing odd stacking games to keep himself entertained. Depending on the visitor, he might or might not have bothered putting his body on to greet them.
He'd once said that there was no way to punish him. That being in prison would be no different than the rest of his miserable existence. He actually had a hard time telling whether he was currently eating his words or not. In many ways, this was all quite normal. Quite what he was used to.
At least people came to visit him, here.
WHERE: Prison, Heropa.
WHEN: Anytime after November 4th
WHAT: After all that big talk, Mr. Dead Guy got himself arrested. Come visit him!
WARNINGS: Yomiel being a petulant brat.
It was certainly an unusual prison cell. It looked ordinary enough at first glance, but the humming energy field around it was certainly out of the ordinary. It was invisible right up until someone attempted to touch it, when it would fade in with a pale green glow. It didn't hurt, though, so it was possible to reach through the bars just like in any other cell.
Unless, of course, you were the man occupying it.
Inside the cell was a cot, a plate, a cup, a fork, and Yomiel's corpse. It lay motionless on the bed for the most part, but very occasionally would twitch or sit up or roll over. The cell's occupant, meanwhile, spent most of his time as a ghost, knocking over the dinnerware or scooting it around on the floor or playing odd stacking games to keep himself entertained. Depending on the visitor, he might or might not have bothered putting his body on to greet them.
He'd once said that there was no way to punish him. That being in prison would be no different than the rest of his miserable existence. He actually had a hard time telling whether he was currently eating his words or not. In many ways, this was all quite normal. Quite what he was used to.
At least people came to visit him, here.