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maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
debauchewy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
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.
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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Killua sitting makes him stare for a moment before- sitting up himself. He goes as far to direct himself over and around cards to- sit on the other side of that thick glass, right infront of him. His legs cross under him, hands resting in his lap.
Also the joke is he is surrounded in cards Killua. Did you get that. They are literally everywhere.
But whatever.
"I don't have it in here."
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"Huh-- do you have to go to a certain place to use it? You're always on the network, I assumed you had it all the time!"
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He taps at his temple.
"Haven't you tried using you tattoo yet?"
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"No. That sounds seriously creepy. Why would I want someone talking in my head?"
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Shrug.
"I will be give back my communicator as soon as I leave."
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This annoyance is so over the top that it's clear he's hiding something with it. It's a little similar to how he acts with Gon. Raising a hand, he waves off Hisoka, stepping away. "I'll be right back!"
He's going to go buy some cards and other things himself.
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His gaze follows him, staying out, a kind of emotionless expression on as he watches. Sassy today, aren't we? Though he's still not sure why Killua came back at all. Was he trying to keep in good faith with him and deciding spending more time around him would help that? Most- likely.
"All right." Be right back then, or not. He'll be exactly where he was before if and when you show up again Killua. Sitting with a knee up, his eyes closed.
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So with that, he comes back, passes through security and is escorted again to Hisoka's cell. When he approaches again, it's unusually casual how he sits and pulls out the cards. These ones happen to be very stylized, but Killua doesn't seem to care, shuffling them in focus.
"Hey, what kind of card games do you know?" He's got to know some. There's no way he wouldn't.
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"Oh? That was fast." His eyes follow, eventually watching Killua's hands fondle and shuffle the cards. He leans back, securing his weight with his palm flat.
"A few, it'd better to ask you though, what do you know? I can't imagine much." Not yet anyway, he can't see Killua ever getting much time to learn any, and ontop of that- his lack of friends probably hinders his 'game knowledge' as well. But that's only a guess.
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Just a couple blocks. He focuses on the cards instead of Hisoka, because somehow, that's easier right now. He doesn't want this to be tense or awkward. He doesn't need it to be. Just a game... To pass the time. It might help him, too.
"We never had any in our house, so I've only learned some recently with Gon and the others. Old maid and go fish..." You know, Gon things. "And I got curious and went out and learned poker once, but that's about it."
He looks up, setting the shuffled deck on the ground now. "But I can pick up things quick. So let's go with whatever game's easiest to play with you behind that thing."
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"While I'd be more entertained with poker, two people wouldn't really suit it well, hm?" Shrugs a little, smile keeping, finding Killua learning Poker to be rather entertaining by itself. Feels like he's trying for being more mature and adult than he is, it's cute. It's a fun game though, and much more complicated than most seem to think. He hasn't gotten into it that far, but it's been something people are known to make a living on, isn't it?
"You'll be fine playing for the both of us then?" Go fish- Old Maid, a little difficult to play with someone through glass. A thoughtful sound before he sits back and cocks his head.
"Have you learned War yet?"
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That's mumbled under his breath as he presses a finger to the deck of cards, flicking them against the ground as he thinks. It's the mention of a new game, 'war', that gets him to look up.
"War? No, how do you play that one?"
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Again, he shuffles it, then counts out half the cards face down. With that out of the way, he slides them through the drop box. "There. Now what?"
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"This is a game of luck. We can't look at our cards, hold your deck down in a hand." he'll do that himself, deck face down in his left hand.
"We then take the top card, flip them at the same time, and compare them. Should your number be higher than mine, you win, should your rank- or number- be lower, I do. Normally each time you win, you gain all the cards played, this is necessary to win as you need to gain all 52 cards to beat the other player." He moves to flip his first top card, revealing a seven of hearts.
"Should you flip the same 'rank', as in type of card, War begins. We then put one starting line, a face down card, and then another face up card. Those two are compared and the higher wins. Should they continue to match ranks, we continue to go through war. Once there is a winner to it, that person gets all the cards played and we continue as we were before till one of us hits zero." Smiles, glancing to the drop box.
"Because of the glass it will be a shorter game though, unless we sit closer to it and give the other all the cards. Or we can play leaving our discarded cards infront of us, designating them 'prisoners of war' and 'reinforcements.' When one of us no longer has cards in his hand, but they've won cards from the other person, in a pile designated 'prisoners of war', that's when we can hand them over."