Legerdemain [OPEN]

[debauchewy]

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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[goldenlegacy]

It's been some weeks since Giorno found himself fending off Lunatic; some weeks, too, since he received that note at the tail end of his report. The message was memorable for a number of reasons - the strange way its writer typed, those little emoticons, card suits, the goading, and innuendos that bubbled under the surface (and sometimes not even under). Even so, despite having said he would try and visit the man behind them, Giorno was unsure as to whether he would follow through.

After all, what was the purpose? A vague curiosity, perhaps, and his instinct for opportunity.

The latter, in the end, proves to be enough. Because by the end of the month, he finds himself walking silently through prison corridors, feet light, taking in the surroundings until he finally comes to stop outside that particular glass cage.

His first thought there is... impressive. In fact, he barely pays notice to the man inside the cell, being more interested in that card house - that card palace, one should say. Or no, a kingdom. In an instant, he takes it in, considers the mental fortitude, the patience, the dedication it would take to build such a thing, even given the infinite time of a man encaged. It's that, more than anything, that grabs hold of his interest.

It's that thought, more than anything, that tells him he was right to come here.

"Hisoka, isn't it?" Giorno steps closer to the glass, head slightly tilted, watching. "We spoke on the network. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in person."

[gonstop]

It takes most of the month to decide to visit Hisoka again, and when he does, he takes a few precautions. He's been training constantly for the past couple of weeks, but for this visit, he makes sure he's relaxed for the day and not showing any signs of his effort towards this. He has a 'Christmas gift' prepared, but he's sure to come the day before it arrives... And he's also sure to carry his backpack, as if he has been going to school with Gon and his sister as usual, when really he hasn't.

He's such a paranoid boy.

He enters and stops a couple of feet from the bars, hands stuffed into his pockets. For once, he doesn't bother with a false greeting. "Has anything happened with that alchemist?"

[purgation]

Doubtful Hisoka will recognize the man escorted to his cell the morning of the 31st.

He is tall, possessing a slim build, platinum hair, a pale complexion, and very pale green eyes. His features are sharp, and he is dressed to the nines in an ironed navy blue suit, polished shoes, and a rather pretentious necktie.

For the most part, Yuri keeps a low profile within the imPort community. Hisoka can obviously no longer say the same, but...well, the man within the cell is not someone the judge is overly familiar with. Or...wasn't until now. He's spent time reviewing what little he could via the imPort network, which consisted almost exclusively of reading the public conversations the other man has had with people. In some instances, Yuri looked into those people themselves, if only on the off chance that it might provide more insight into Hisoka's character.

It was only minimally helpful.

Before leaving Yuri to conduct his visit, the guard checks first to see that the clown is awake. During that time, Yuri simply examines with unguarded curiosity the monstrous card castle within. It is much more impressive in person.

Surprise. (January 8th,)

[cephalothorax]

Chrollo arrived in the evening hours of January the 7th, and he did so with little fuss and without announcing himself. Quietly, and immediately, he set about learning.

He read the information provided to him by those who greeted him and gave him his communicator, his keys. He read the newspapers, the network. He read Tattlecrime for a while too, although websites aren't nearly as satisfying as old books, new print. He read, and he absorbed, and his mind spun webs in his head, chose paths, made decisions.

And he'd expected to be alone here - aside from those chirping children Nobunaga liked so much. (Why are they here, anyway?) But he isn't.

...well, not entirely.

He learns this from the headlines, the news reports, from some months ago. He learns it through the poorly typed but unmistakeable text messages strewn over the network, as well. Even if he didn't have the older reports, that video of sprawling card castles, he would recognize that "voice." Even in text, it's unmistakeable.

So the first thing he does, as a new citizen of this fair world, is set out to a certain Government Holding Facility.

It's early afternoon, January 8th. Chrollo dresses modestly, wraps his forehead. And he presses his fingers against the glass before him just before he says, "Hisoka."