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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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Chrollo had a perfectly coherent response preforming in his head even as Hisoka moved and hfed, and spoke. He was ruminating, himself, over the truth or falsity of his happy exclamation: mostly bullshit, in truth, be honest in some respects as well. Whatever was to come between himself and Hisoka - tenuous alliances, explosive violence, absolutely nothing? - the question would niggle at the back of his mind until Hisoka was freed and the possibilities resolved into a single reality. Mutable, yes, but solid nonetheless.
Some potentialities were promising, some disappointing - or just annoying - but all of them were still lingering, unrealized. What a pain.
If asked he may have even alluded to that - not in detail, of course, that kind of direct communication isn't really his "thing." But he may have said something about it, led the way to the proper conclusion, albeit indirectly.
All that if he'd been asked. Or even of Hisoka hadn't said. That. Name.
So yes, speaking of weaknesses. Chrollo's hands immediately tense into... claws more than fists. And he drops his head to obscure his expression - face unreadable, hidden in his hair. He's glad, for once, that he didn't brush it back.
The first thing that flits through his mind is That has to be a lie. It has to be. He'd read the communicators, watched the videos that he deemed relevant, listened to the appropriate audio messages. He'd looked through the papers, watched archived video. He'd looked -- for others he knew, for others of use, and mostly he'd looked for them. Any of them. All of them. And he hadn't known what to do if he found them. He's still not certain whether that chain is gone or simply neutralized. And if it is neutralized alone, then to what extent? Can he communicate with them, now? He has no idea, but the question of whether to try had never been raised because he had determined, to a certainty, that they were not here. Not one of them. He was alone.
He had looked back. He had checked, he had--
His eyes are stinging, and it's the most absurd thing, really, because he knows it has to be a lie. But weaknesses... yes. There's that space cut through his armor - the easiest way to shove a dagger into his heart. Had he missed something? Had he missed... of all the people to...
His hand goes to his face, and he presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose. Eyes stinging, yes, but so far still... controlled. The last thing he wants is to let Hisoka see something like that. Anyone else, yes - even strangers. But not him.
So, draw a deep breath, pull it back in. He can hit something later.
"What a shame," he says, and his voice is strangely soft. He wants to say that isn't funny - to tell Hisoka to watch his barbed tongue lest it be torn out. But he'd probably like that. So when Chrollo raises his head again, the only strain aparent lies in the tension around his eyes. "Well, I should go! As nice as it is to see you again, prisons are just so unnerving!"
Not really, but right now he wants you to rot a little.
Ah well. He'll get over it.
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Can we rewind for a little bit there? Had his comment brought Chrollo near tears? The moment was just that, a moment, a drop in the pool that was this visit but it stretched far beyond even the 4 months he's been stuck here. In a moment he was stuck on him. He had even forgotten to take in a breath once he saw that face twist into something not completely fake, only for it to be covered right after. He knew he felt for the troupe, yes- but Chrollo had done so well presenting himself to the group when everything had happened. Not a hair out of place, not a twitch. Everything done professionally even if the group was a club, a hobby more than anything else.
But his little joke struck Chrollo like a fist to the gut, a fist Hisoka's never gotten to throw until- just then.
So his eyes are on him, they go dry, unblinking, wider than usual and he slowly sits up. Staring with this strange delight teeming in his chest. Delight mixed with- something else. Ah- perhaps he would've rathered anger. Is he- feeling slightly disappointed to see that weakness? It's certainly not him feeling- bad but. The delight he felt grows sour much faster that he's used to and the tension in his spine dissipates.
Sitting up further, he'll look him over and- loses his smile slightly, puckering his lips and licking them before he speaks again.
"Mmm~ Don't be so dramatic." Because he knows you know he lied. "Better than missing him, isn't it?" A slight smile, bowing his head and huffing out a slight laugh, though it feels oddly toxic in his mouth. "He can though- even him." Glances down, then up again.
"Any of them could, of course, but even he could." Since death doesn't seem to matter yet. Did Chrollo find that out yet? He's not exactly sure why he's saying this. Perhaps to not see- Chrollo hurt.
Not- like that, he wants him hurt. But this weakness- he thought he'd like it. Though it'd piss him off if anything, not this...
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Even so. There's not one of them that he wouldn't welcome the chance to see again. It's strange, the way of mourning. The books he'd read had warned him of that kind of reaction - the drive for one more moment. He'd never really felt that way before, though - when something is dead, let it be. Say your goodbyes. Life moves on for the living, and everything is expendable.
"Hm." But a world like this. A power like that. How upsetting to his perspective. But he'll try not to think about it, at least not here. He's shown too much already. So he sighs, and glances off, toward the door. "...do you attend those ceremonies? The next one is on your day of release, isn't it?"
Definitely changing the subject.
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Chrollo hopped it, so will he.
He raises a shoulder, leaning back on a hand, calming quickly seeing the shift in Chrollo's demeanor, though- while he was starting to feel oddly bad about it, he's also kind of missing the shatter in Chrollo's expression.
"The majority of the time I've been here, I've been here." Points down.
"So no, not lately."
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"I should rephrase that. Do you intend to go this time?" He crosses his arms over his chest. "You even may have time to get yourself together first... depending on when you're released, I suppose."
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"I'm thinking blue." Breath through his nose, his eyes looking up to the bangs mostly dangling over his eyes. Faded light light pink with red roots, no way is he going to a gathering like that.
"I assume I'll see you there?" Looks to him, his chin lifted slightly. "Mingling?" As in, scoping out potential allies, threats, people who he can take abilities from- IF he still can do that... Hisoka can't see if he has an aura at all right now after all, let alone know if it can do the same thing.
"Those gatherings are a good way of knowing who is who and who can do what." A smile. Ah power empathy, you really make things too easy for him.
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Not at all, really. Not under these sorts of circumstances. But he doesn't actively hate them, and it should prove beneficial for his standing in the community... not to mention help him orient himself a little better. In the meantime, he'll have two days to gather more information, introduce himself, do all those things that people apparently do.
He saw that his previous iteration liked to play roles here. It seems the most effective course of action, so that makes sense. He may as well pick that up, too.
He takes note of that last bit, too. Is there some sort of way of determining who can do what here? That look on Hisoka's face implies so, but... it couldn't be a public method, that would be far too compromising. Perhaps something specific to Hisoka himself? He'll need to ask about it.
"I'll see you there, then." A pause, and he looks Hisoka over again. "I like blue. It would suit you."
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"Party's are good for many things, I- really do enjoy them." Truth in that. Enjoys them for the people, drinks, food, atmosphere. Most of the time he spends it just amusing himself with other people's interactions, if not talking here and there as well. But someone like Chrollo- well, making friends isn't exactly at the top of his list. He has all he wants, it's just going to be about needs here.
Which is why Hisoka imagines Chrollo is speaking to him and putting on this act at all. Eh- he'll take what he can get, for now.
"Hm?" Chrollo turns, assumes that's the end of that, but then hears the last bit and nods, smiling as he shrugs up his hands.
"See you there then, in blue." Just for you~
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"You're definitely more extroverted than I am." Not that this is saying much. "Well, maybe I'll enjoy it after all. It depends on the company, doesn't it?"
Chrollo nods and... for a moment, he almost considers staying. Because Hisoka looks so... off, there. So out of place, and not himself. And it isn't as though he cares that deeply about it, but...
...he had, once, hadn't he? Before the truth became undeniable. Of course things have changed since then: Hisoka revealed his true nature, which hadn't really come as a surprise, but was nonetheless... disappointing. And with his renunciation of the Troupe, Chrollo had cast that man out of the space he kept for his Spiders. But even so, he doesn't have amnesia, not about that. Hisoka had lived inside him for years and yes, he does remember.
Of course, he also remembers that those years were an elaborate ruse to try arrange a chance to murder him for thrills. And that only a few moments ago Hisoka would have been on his throat like a rabid wolf if it weren't for that glass... not to mention that he'd purposefully twisted a knife in Chrollo's chest on the one subject that could truly wound him.
So... honestly, to hell with that. He can manage another two days of emptiness.
"Good then. I'm anticipating your new look." Chrollo gives his pretty, fake smile, and turns away. "Good night."
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Awww.
Looong sigh through his nose, closing his eyes.
"Good night." Only to open his eyes again when Chrollo starts to leave.
Mm.