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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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"No," he answers quickly, shoulders bunching around his neck as he looks to the side. Maybe if Hisoka were someone he could trust even an ounce, he'd say something a little more honest. Instead?

"But that doesn't mean he won't. I just want to know what's going on with him."

Edited 2014-12-27 06:53 (UTC)

"I'm not quite sure." A sigh, closing his eyes, sounding a little tense as well, but how tired he is evens it out. Doesn't help that he himself looks tired too. Pink hair very faded, red roots showing, skin a paler colour than usual some how, looks more sunken. He looks- thinner than usual to, the type of thin that sinks into you.

"But I have him interested, meeting with him in person shouldn't be a problem." Smiles, dark. It slides over his lips, something sinister about it, no aura but- it could be there. Would normally be. You can almost feel it just looking at him. But there's something to be said about a holding facility that can shut your aura nodes.

"He's an- interesting man."

It's creepy, watching Hisoka like this. Somehow, the weirdness of the conversation is the least surprising part. He looks horrible. It's not concern that he feels for the man, but it is unnerving. The people in charge here have this much power? So how long can they be trusted to be on their side?

He brushes that thought aside, but his tension still shows. Hisoka looks horrible. Gon is gone-- Alluka, too. And Kite. Kite's gone. But the other person he'd noticed-- Chrollo.

"He's a creep." Like you, Killua thinks, but he'll hold back from adding that for now. There's no need to explain that he'd looked at him the same way, like he was enjoying every bit of conflict. "I think he was going to try to use my little sister."

Chrollo. Yes. As in, both he and Killua have lost everyone attached to their world and only have eachother to refer to. They can't gain any solace from having those from back there here to speak to, to help ease them into this place. Perhaps Hisoka needs it more than Killua though- not that he'd admit ever 'needing' anything.

"'Was'? Can't he anymore?" A glance, thoughtful.

Ah, he let a word slip. He hesitates, and he knows it's clear as day that he does, but he has to consider. Tell him this? Alluka isn't nearly as important to him as Gon or Chrollo. So it should be fine. Plus, it's nice to let him know that he can't even think of messing with her anymore. Just in case he had been.

"She got ported out." He says it simply, even if he ends up glancing away. "So she's back home."

"Do you know only from lack of seeing her?" Sorry, he's pretty keen, and he hasn't heard a word from Gon or Chrollo. He hasn't heard from Jaime either, but unlike Jaime, Gon and Chrollo usually have reasons to keep contact with him.

The way he holds himself slowly starts to shift, much more thoughtful and there's an odd- sickness in his gut. If they were gone, he would be fine, surely, when isn't he. But that doesn't mean he wants it to happen.

He's onto it. Killua can tell in the phrasing and the shift, and so he treats this very carefully. If he lets him know of the method, he can confirm it himself. Is it really okay if he knows both Chrollo and Gon are missing? Killua's not as confident. He doesn't know Hisoka that well.

"No. ...There's a way to confirm it." He doesn't expand on this, of course. "So that's what I did."

"Hm- what is it?" Expand on it.

He can't... Damn. Feigning annoyance, he continues to dodge. "It doesn't matter! If I said I confirmed it, I confirmed it! She's gone, okay?"

"It does matter, I asked you, what's the reason you have for not answering me?"

Oh, come on! He's cornered here. Even if he refuses to answer here, he'll get the idea. But if he offers just one of them, maybe...

He clicks a tongue in his annoyance. "Geez, you don't give up, do you? Chrollo's gone, too. You looked so miserable I thought I'd spare you from knowing that."

Cornered- says the kid on the outside of the glass.

Chrollo's gone too.

Ah.

Of course he is.

His gaze pulls away. That's why Killua was avoiding the topic, but he doubts it was just to spare him some how. Perhaps he wanted Hisoka not to crack or something- but even if he did, better to crack in here. Either way- despite it he looks calm. Kind of.

He's quiet. Yet there is no slim smile, and his posture looks some how heavier. No Chrollo- well, that explains the lack of visit despite a promise to do so. Probably- better that way, considering the slight frustration Hisoka started to feel building up. He wonders if the same can be said for Gon, though- Killua's right to a degree. He'd rather not hear it right now, especially when he's assuming the worst.

A SIGH.

His eyes close, crossing his arms to push and slide his fingers over the sleeves of his one colour prison issued uniform.

"How lonely."

He was mentally cornered, okay. But it seems this last one worked, or at the very least, satisfied Hisoka enough. Maybe he doesn't want to ask about Gon, maybe he doesn't have any idea-- either way, it works out in Killua's mind.

He watches that awkwardly for a moment. He really doesn't like feeling like he can relate to Hisoka, but it happens every so often. Before, when he was less controlled and still an assassin, and now, when he's so heavy and upset over Gon's absence. He actually thinks Hisoka is handling it better, and he doesn't feel so great about that.

"I tried not to tell you." He says this, but it's true that he wasn't really concerned for Hisoka's feelings. Not in that way. "Right when you're pretty close to getting out... Right?"

"Soon, yes. I suppose my plans don't really change with him gone, we only had so much planned." As in none at all besides mindless studying of other powers and perhaps stealing them here and there for Chrollo's benefit.

"I would've found out either way, and who's to say how I would've taken learning that you hid it from me purposely, hm?" A look directing to Killua quickly. Dark and slim, the rest of Hisoka's body completely still.

Well, that's good to know, even if Killua's not sure how much he can take seriously. He was paranoid of so much more, and he'll probably stay that way. That's how he was raised, after all.

Those last words and that look, though, freeze him in place. Is that Hisoka trying to work him up over nothing, or is he hinting about telling him about Gon? ...Either way. He thinks that, even if Hisoka finds out either way, knowing it in here gives him a lot more time to think on what to do about it.

"You wouldn't cause trouble after this jail thing, would you?" That's an actual question, hidden in uncertainty.

No comment.

As honest as he can be sitting in here, right?

That's mildly concerning. A little more than mildly, actually. That's a flat out threat, isn't it? It's a threat! But he doesn't want to tell him about Gon. Even if it's out of pure stubbornness... He doesn't want to say those words here.

So he'll just tensely stare back at Hisoka for a a few seconds.

"Don't be stupid... And anyway, you know now." About Chrollo. And his sister. So leave it at that! Get out and don't murder people this time, how about that.

"Thanks." Though a little bitter before he sighs and glances away.

"Sorry about your sibling." Sister, brother, whatever is it. He doubts Killua's much concerned though, if a little sad to have someone he loves gone. Still- better he not here with everything that goes on.

"I can't imagine she'll show up again soon, but- would you say you'd prefer it?" Cocks his head slightly, sitting back again.

It's strange to hear Hisoka apologize for anything, and so he lets that slide by. That question, though, gets clear hesitance. "It depends."

If Gon were here, then yes, he'd prefer it. He could take care of her here, his family wasn't here to get in the way, and Jaime and himself were working on a way to keep Nanika under control. But if Gon were back home, how could he decide between the two? It's strange, too, that she'd slipped from his mind completely until Hisoka brought her up again just now.

Something was wrong with his thinking. He'd learned that much.

"If things go well, then yeah, probably. If she's back home, it's the same as normal."

"Forgive me, normal being?"

He pauses. "Being that time and events go on like I'm still there. Either way, I'm with her." Eventually.

"And you plan to be for the rest of your life?"

He's questioning that again? Or maybe he's lightly mocking it. Either way, Killua grows more intense as he answers this.

"Yes."

A breath, closing his eyes. He chuckles but doesn't mention why he finds it amusing. Perhaps it's because he doesn't quite understand it but it's amusing for many reasons.

"That dedication I imagine is the same for Illumi and yourself, remember that." How similar you are to him, how you can't get rid of how you were raised, even if you prefer to run from it. Better to know it, embrace it, and grow from it, right?

"She's lucky to have an older brother like you-" But no comment on whether Killua's lucky to have Illumi or not.

"Really now- calm down." A chuckle, sighing and relaxing a bit as he pushes more weight on the arm propping him up. "Do I sound like I'm threatening here?"

"No," he says quickly, and though the intensity does fade a bit, it's never quite gone. Hisoka seems more relaxed all of a sudden, and while that's less terrifying, it just makes him wonder more. What's so funny? He really thinks that?

"The difference is I'm not trying to control her." It's completely different. Their motives are opposites. "And yeah, you do! What else am I supposed to think?"

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tiny hisoka head

I just laughed for like 5 minutes thanks

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