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capitalh2014-01-29 07:32 pm
nitrodamus) wrote in capitalh2014-01-29 07:32 pm
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OPEN LOG
Who: Sollux and ANYONE.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
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He tries shoving at her again and mostly just misses, less to cause damage and more to prove a point. He hisses softly before speaking again.
"No. No friend," he says in a low rumble, looking down.
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"Well, you have a friend now," she says in a voice so full of conviction it leaves very little room for argument. "Me. I'll be your friend."
So she still doesn't even know what to call him -- whatever, details! But it's then that she notices, in the dim light of a nearby street lamp, that he's not really like any Alternian Milly's ever seen. It almost looks like he's got the guts of a computer stuck in the back of his head, from what she can see, and her expression softens immediately, turning concerned, maybe just a tiny bit horrified. "What happened to you?"
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By the lamplight it can be seen that there are implants down the sides of his arms, too.
"Human," he growls, with so much gravelly insect sound that the English word can barely be made out. "Humans!" he creaks again, angry and hurt.
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"Humans did this to you," she says quietly, in full comprehension, and her free hand balls into an angry fist. She's half-tempted to break her phone right in half, right about now, but that's more trouble than it's worth. "I can't... I'm so sorry. I want to say I can't believe it, but...I can. It's horrible!"
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Milly pulls herself up short, biting at her lip. There really isn't anything she can say to that, not without -- well, divulging way more about herself than she's ever done for anyone. And at any rate, what would it help? Cybernetics or no, she is human, and it was someone like her -- like her father -- who did this to him.
Milly doesn't want to get in a fight with him, not when it'd barely be any contest who would win. She doesn't want to hurt him. If he wants to leave, she can't stop him. She won't. She casts her eyes downward, holding her hands up again in a gesture of peace, of backing down.
"I'm sorry," she says again, quietly. "You're right. I'm... I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry."
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"You don't see me," he mumbles, slowly backing up. "You don't know."
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"I -- I won't tell anyone," she says quietly. "I promise. I didn't...I didn't see anything."