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Legerdemain [OPEN]

WHO: Hisoka and OPEN
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.

It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.

But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.

His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-

Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.

And then Shade left.

And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.

But he can't do that.

So instead.

Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.

So much of rehabilitation.

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Expression change or not, the lack of reaction from Giorno doesn't actually bother him at all. With Illumi and Chrollo in his scope, emotionless reactions just become par for the course, so he smiles at it. Sucks him in completely, eyes on him, unblinking. Not a smile, laugh, frown, nothing from Giorno but it's fine because- he visited him. He had stopped thinking about visitors. Only now that he's gotten one does he reflect on how lacking he was on company... well- now. He thought about it plenty not long ago...

"Mad? I have enough problems to keep track of, and hallucinations won't be an issue, I try to keep my imagination active enough."

"Hah-" A small clap of his hands, then opening them, palms up and out to gesture to what surrounds him. "I apologize, I never prepared this for you, but I've got a knack for impressing others so I'm happy you stopped in to see~" Chuckling, stepping forward and up and over. He moves around his card made walls with grace, going to the wall of his cell and looking out to him, much closer now. He smiles, cocking his hips, setting a hand to the side swung out.

Emotionless- not. Not completely. There's something about those eyes looking at him, Hisoka's own slim as he sinks into them. Something else behind them, ah, the boy seems like the understanding sort? But he doesn't enjoy the slight pity he sees there.

"Hm-" Gesturing with a hand, he closes his eyes finally, shrugging up a shoulder.

"I certainly can show you more-" Said as the gestured hand closes, palm facing away from Giorno. His fingers suddenly spreading and curling down to hold cards that seemed to not be there before. He fans them, then flips his wrist, shrugging again. "I'm always fond of an audience."

...what a theatrical man. Giorno raises an eyebrow, arms half folded across his chest, chin resting in the arch between his thumb and index finger. It isn't surprising in the least, given his typing style. Even so, the way he moves, even in his state, the way he maneuvers... it's quite impressive, particularly given the environment.

"As it turns out, I'm glad to have come, as well." In the end, perhaps there wasn't any true doubt. Once his interest was raised, he shouldn't have bothered with wondering. It's his nature as a leader, these days, to search for promise, for talent.

Giorno takes a step closer, watching Hisoka. The man is struggling, it's clear - not with his movements (still graceful, still fluid - what he must be capable of at his best...), but within his mind. And no, not madness, but... strain. That's only natural, of course. An unoccupied mind, aimless and restricted by circumstance, will run itself into the ground.

"I'm pleased to be your audience, then." He tips his head. "Show me."

Theatrical yes, and his typing style reflects it to a degree- as well as his laziness. While Hisoka will certainly put effort into things he finds deserving, he isn't against lazing around until opportunities show themselves. And pl-ease, he's not going to put that much focus into every single text he sends out. The card suit symbols are there to help him actually keep his attention.

"My audience- ah- and what a nice one at that, it's always nice to have someone so interested." Watching him, those eyes, like they're reading him- testing him some how. Show him, but it;s like he's being asked to answer a question that'll mean something to him later- he just doesn't know it yet.

A laugh and he slides the cards into his palm, showing his hand again and they seem to be gone. A slide behind his back and he pulls it away again to reveal a deck of cards.

"A friend of yours you care for deeply has found them self in a rut-" Said and he lifts up a card suddenly- having starting to shuffle as he stood there. The card is a joker, smiling but- tilted upside down the opposite face shows, a frown. "And you decide- with his birthday in that month, that you wish to surprise him." Smiles, putting the card back and suddenly flicking the hand holding the deck down. A card slides a little lower than the rest in his hand- the joker again, and facing the opposite direction than the other cards to now show the smiling face of the joker card. He lifts that hand, tapping it back down. This time he moves to only shuffle with one hand, using his other hand to gesture briefly as he continues to speak.

"And you decide that for his birthday, you will add to his love of sweets throughout the month, but not merely one a day." Shakes his head slightly, suddenly doing a fan shuffle so the cards arc fast through the air from one hand to the next.

"But instead-" Lifts a finger. "-you will buy him a sweet the first day- two the second, three the third, and so on-" Shifting his hand to shuffle the deck with one again, and suddenly flick up one- two- three cards from seemingly no where in his second, before the hand holding the appearing cards suddenly hides them and they appear face up on the deck in his other hand. He curls his fingers to flip those cards and make them face down along with the other cards.

"Until you near high numbers, 120, ah- 153- and I suppose by then you've started to buy bags here and there to not terribly hurt your pockets." He chuckles.

"But eventually, you make it to 378 and stop." Both hands up, deck in own hand. "Making what day his birthday?"

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Giorno's gaze doesn't waver, and his voice doesn't either. He follows the cards with his eyes. Remarkable, really. He's always been good at following that sort of thing - being a thief and a bit of a con man in his early teens helped, and certainly he knew a number of little tricks... including an impressive knowledge of sleight of hand. It isn't his field of expertise, of course - that's why Joseph had defeated him at cards a few weeks back, despite the fact that they both cheated. But he knows enough to recognize skilled hand movements.

The talking - is that to distract him or to make Hisoka's ability to concentrate on both storytelling and maneuvering the deck more impressive?

"The 27th." If there's a delay, it's barely noticeable. "Do you tell that story to distract or to impress? I'm curious?"

It's showmanship, if nothing else. In the end, perhaps a bit of each one, then.

As soon as he says it Hisoka jerks, suddenly slamming his hand forward against the glass, smashing the deck of cards into it. A hollow thunk sound follows but the obvious force is there, if this reinforced glass wasn't there- he could've easily crushed someone's skull standing infront of him.

But ah- nothing compared to what his Nen could do fueling his punch, the glass would mean nothing- which is very much why they strip you of your powers in here.

The cards that had been in hand splash out to the sides and fall to the ground, but the numbers '2' and '7' in hearts and spades stay- stuck, facing the glass so Giorno can see them.

"Hah- neither." Smiles, brows up.

"I just like math."

Well, that was a little unexpected. Giorno blinks once, his eyebrows raised slightly, only for a moment. He doesn't, however, step back. Instead, he glances at the revealed cards.

A trick, then. Or rather, a narrative to support his demonstration. Giorno's fingers trail over the glass just on the other side of those cards, and his gaze flickers away for a moment - to the labyrinth of card structures, even now undisturbed.

"Hm." Well, math isn't his favorite thing, but it's not as though he minds it. What's more interesting is the combination of skills that evidences - a sharp mind capable of focus, grace, sleight of hand, physical prowess. He looks back up at Hisoka's face - and incidentally, why is everyone he speaks to here so tall?

"What else do you like? Cards, obviously, but aside from that... what did you do with your time before you somehow landed yourself in prison?" And honestly, about that... "How did that happen, anyway?"

Yeah baby. Six foot one and a half. The half is important. And not at all because of the high heels he often wears- those but make him bigger.

"Hm." A calm expression, his smirk still slightly visible on his lips as his eyes watch the two cards now flutter down to join their mess of a deck. How did he get here. Was it fruitful to lie? Most likely Giorno will find out either way, or he knows already. Honesty sometimes does better- and he is aiming to get closer to this person...

His lips curl, letting out a breath through his nose and lifting a hand.

"I like sweets." He starts, mentioning it even seems to make his stomach growl for them, though not very loud. Hisoka stifles a chuckle, setting his hand to his hip again. "Being bad- isn't that how anyone gets here?" Though- honesty- he can't be completely honest here.

"I'm still getting used to what is allowed here." AKA- what he can get away with. "And it seems taking lives doesn't fall under that category. I can just be rather energetic." Closing his eyes, dipping his chin down a little. Energetic- right- he still feels "energetic" even now. Honestly it's difficult to look at Giorno without staring in a way that might harm their budding friendship.

"I took lives of those I didn't know, and am paying for it- as I should, hm?"

"How legalistic of you." Giorno rolls his eyes a little, and his hands fall back into a normal crossed position. To be frank, the answer reminds him of the sort of thing Dio tells him - enough information to independently confirm, not enough to portray him negatively. An attempt to control others' perception of him.

Or maybe he's just projecting. But the "energy," at least, that's interesting. At the moment, he doesn't look energetic, but that's easily attributable to circumstances. How energetic can a person be when trapped in a cell for months at a time?

"Legalistic, but sufficient. You like sweets do you?" Giorno tips his head. "Maybe I'll send you a cookie plate. Do they even allow that kind of thing here?"

A snerk, knowing that was a slight bite at his expense. Ahh- is he being transparent again? His mistake. Though he doesn't feel there's anything wrong with looking like a man that knows exactly what he wants.

"I do-" A. Blink. For some reason the next comment throws him off a little and he- stares for a moment, even peaking up over a top edge of a card wall to get a look at Giorno's expression when he says it.

Is he trying to buy him somehow? What is it this man wants? The idea that it's a gesture made to purely be nice goes over his head but at the same time he- he wants it.

"I'd- yes, they do..." A little tentative, turning his head slightly, suspicious.

Giorno nods, once. And the odd hesitation - confusion? - on his face doesn't go unnoticed either. A person, then, unaccustomed to gestures from strangers? That's probably not so unusual, actually - how many strangers offer to send things to others without reason?

Not that he doesn't have a reason. But it's not as suspicious as all that.

He looks past Hisoka again, glancing over the world of cards inside that cell.

"I'll send something, then." He pauses, glances down. "I've visited prisoners twice, before now. Or rather... I visited one visitor two times. He had a much different arrangement than this - every luxury, every convenience. Actually, I'm sure he only stayed inside because he wanted to. It was more comfortable for him there than on the outside. What an odd sort of prison." He looks up again, watching Hisoka. "That's not really relevant, actually, but it came to mind."

Actually, the prison itself was fairly similar. But the atmosphere, that's another story altogether.

Giorno takes a little breath. "Have you considered what you'll do when you leave this place?"

"Not really relevant at all, though I'm not exactly jealous- comfortable or not, it's still being stuck in a cage, isn't it?" A small smile, moving to go to his cot, smoothly over cards, not tipping a one with a toe or hand. In all honesty- he's a bit more graceful now than he usually is- which is saying something. He's amazing in heels, smooth and quick, but right now he doesn't have any odd shred of clothing or piece of plastic to wear down a foot or sweep at his side. Gaunt, thin and sunken looking, but moves on air that can't possibly exist in his cell.

Cot reached and he sits with a slight 'fwump' though enough to not knock anything over with a puff of air. He sits, moving along the white sheets to press a shoulder to the painted brick wall, facing the glass Giorno's speaking through.

"This place does look a bit- sterile though, doesn't it?" A weak smile that seems to stretch at his face more than it should. Hisoka turns his head, looking through faded pink hair, taking in the towers of cards with a thoughtful look. "I suppose that's why I wanted to do some decorating."

"Ah- have I- of course." Smirks, tilting his head to bump against the wall, looking up and over at him. "I'm to be a good boy."

Be what they want. Be properly rehabilitated. Be a -debt collector, whatever, make money and fit into society so he doesn't have to deal with this again. Get his kicks where he can for now, while he can contain himself, while others "help" him to let off steam. Be someone not himself and try not to think about it as being defeated.

"Yes... I think he liked it there, actually." Bizarre as it may be. But this person, no, he doesn't seem the sort to prefer life in a box, even if it is "safer" the way it was for Polpo. That's good, actually - it seems like prison may actually serve as a deterrent for some, at least for a while.

"Be a good boy." Giorno repeats the words, and shakes his head a little. Admittedly, it sounds a bit like defeat to him, but given the state of Hisoka at the moment, it's difficult to blame him. Even so. "That sounds boring." To be blunt.

"Even so, there are probably ways to thread the line. I don't blame you for not wanting to come back here. This box doesn't suit you." Honestly, if this place is going to keep bringing in battlers, they ought to find some way to accommodate their needs. But he doesn't say that. Instead, he reflects over the demonstrations up to now - that grace, that precision. The implications regarding his personality - patience, skill with his hands, the remnants of a most athletic form hidden within the wreckage this place has made of that man. Even now, he's more impressive than most. When released...

Giorno tips his head slightly back. "I have a proposal for you."

A small frown. He can't imagine it, enjoying that, even with everything material given to him to make it easier. He needs to be free, move around, be with those he wishes to. While Hisoka can definitely be the type to sit and wait, to allow things to come for him, work for him, he still likes to set the ball rolling. And well- chase when he wishes to chase.

A laugh, coughs out of him almost in reply to that reply to his goals upon leaving here. Yes- definitely boring. But he hadn't meant it- to be completely true. Be good as far as most will see, as they want to see. He'll play the game Chrollo has been since arriving here- though he doesn't know he's returned home yet. He'll do what he must to avoid this place, but when he can- he'll do what he needs to keep himself active.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." A smile, tilting his chin up a little. A cookie plate- gosh, compliments? Is he being bought? It's working, even if he's aware of it. It's nice to hear when most of the time he's been only told the opposite, or treated the opposite by those he doesn't directly aim for anything more with. He'd like to be a bit more spoiled, and this place- it's only making him 'want' more. Rehabilitation, more like cold turkey, and that doesn't usually doesn't work. In fact, it usually causes a worse bounce back.

"Oh?" A head tilt, brows up.

"I'm not being flattering." Giorno looks up, at the ceiling, looking for cameras and recording devices. Not that he's worried about them, actually, but it's good to know what others will have on film, on audio. Actually, looking is pointless - he'd assume they were there even if he didn't see anything. "Flattery is pointless, I don't waste my time on pointless things."

Which means he means it, every word. And this is, at least to him, definitely not without a point, or purpose. Giorno watches him again, in silence, for a beat. "Right now, I'm in the process of establishing a venture. A... casino? That seems a little grand, actually, and a bit too out in the open for my tastes, but who knows where it will go eventually.

"...my business at home dealt with that kind of thing." Mafia, man. Mafia. He gives a short nod. "Anyway, that kind of place needs at least two things: people skilled in games and people capable of handling any violent or dangerous situations that might arise from bitter losers." To be blunt. He shrugs. "No one likes losing, after all. Especially me."

"I wonder if you'd be interested in that kind of thing."

"Hm." A smile, no flattery but does it matter, it felt nice hearing either way. And he considers the cookie plate as something to win him over still.

Safe to say everything's been recorded, he's been acting as though it has. Acting and speaking in a way to if anything, hint to his interests and inclinations, but not confirm them. After all, it'd be more suspicious if he suddenly had a considerable change of face and was the nicest ever. But either way- recording videos, voice, the whole nine yards in here, hey, they even took his powers. A few simple recording devices wouldn't be hard at all. He can tell that's what Giorno's looking for as well, with where he looks. The other man knows the best place TO look, showing he has some experience with it.

His brows raise, expression a little more mild than before, watching and listening. A- casino? Well he certainly sees the appeal at least, and it sounds better than 'debt collector' already...

"Heh-" Smirks, shrugging up his hands.

"I certainly fall into those categories." Hands down, glancing up. "It would end up functioning as my main occupation then? How far are you in establishing a venue?"

Well, an honest compliment can be worth more than empty flattery, perhaps... but then again, in the end it's the same sort of thing. And Giorno still has the lack of privacy in his head, so his responses are guarded, despite their casual presentation... and so is he, despite the same.

So he taps his chin a little, and hmms slightly under his breath.

"To be honest, I'd rather discuss details once you leave here." Because he hates opening his hands in front of the government. Actually, he kind of hates governments. "But you'll be here... how long? Another month or so? I should be prepared by then."

A slight pause. "What's your official position now, anyway?"

It's probably boring.

"January tenth, look forward to then, would you? I will be." Smiles.

Will be for many reasons now.

"Official position?"

"The government issued one." Assuming he's still in that, of course. In fact... "Or whatever replacement you've come up with, as the case may be."

"Ah- Debt collector." A snort.

"Just as boring as I expected."

He stretches his hands a little.

"Well. The clock is ticking. You won't remain here for much longer.

"I suppose it becomes about making your own fun."

His gaze hasn't left him for quite some time now, he's not sure if it's due to a need to read this man, further study him, or the enjoyment he feels at being asked to be a part of this business venture. Or- potentially anyway.

"No, not at all, infact, within the beginning of the next month. You'll wait for me won't you?"

"I'm not sure how much leeway there is for fun in a position like that." Giorno wrinkles his nose a little. Normal professions are always a little irritating, but then again he's a criminal so who wants his opinion? He's always going to be biased.

"Well, anyway.... yes, I can wait. I'm rather patient, as it happens.

"When I need to be."

"As am I. Sometimes waiting makes it all the more better." A deep breath, sighing out loooong and heavy. He shifts back, glancing to the side, to the stacks and towers of cards around him. Yes- they're just- meant as something else after all. All that time and effort building up and up, waiting till it's finally hit it's peak, then to all be pushed down. Taken.

He certainly can be patient.

Another low laugh, shrugging as he lifts his hands.

"All good things to those who wait. Though I do wonder who else you've asked?"

"One other. I don't know whether you're familiar with him." A slight pause. Giorno chuckles quietly. "He beat me at cards. That's uncommon."

Because Giorno cheats.

"Mind if I ask who, since I may be working with them in the future?" Good to know you're good at card games. He doesn't play them much himself, but- with Texture Surprise? Winning through cheating would be far far too easy. Infact, it would make being a dealer even easier too- in case they have someone that comes in and cleans house a little too well. God knows people will.

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