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pineapple_fairy ([personal profile] pineapple_fairy) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-05-07 07:39 pm

1rst illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

[There's the sound of something heavy and wet landing on the floor with a loud 'shlop' sound. It's dark at first, but then there's some shifting and the blackberry falls onto the floor, the camera picking up a wet figure on the ground. The figure is bound up in chains, stuck with wires and tubes and other fastenings. There's a tube over his right eye and his left eye is taped shut. The bottom of his face is covered by a mask with various tubes sticking out of it. Possibly for breathing and feeding underwater? His wrists, ankles, and neck are bound in manacles. Clearly someone didn't want this person to get out, however it's unclear whether he's a prisoner or perhaps an experiment. He appears to look like a regular young boy in every other respect...

The figure on the ground spazzes and jerks in a brief without any warning. It's unclear as to if he's awake or his body is simply in shock from the obvious sudden change in environment. The body goes still immediately afterward. Then, a muffled noise emits from the figure. His chest rises and falls in sudden jerky movements... that can either be attributed to laughter or crying...

Regardless, it doesn't appear as though he will be able to free himself on his own... and conveniently enough room 10 now adorned with a shiny new nameplate is opened a crack...]

[In Person]

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-05-11 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I can only imagine.

[This one knows things. But his thoughts are closely guarded. It would take much more work to uncover his secrets, work she doesn't want to put it now, when he's on alert.]

Well, you'll be happy to know that you've moved from one prison to essentially another. None of us can leave this house.

[In Person]

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-05-12 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
You find yourself in a place called the Manor. We are - believe it or not - stuck inside a teenage girl's story. She is called the Author, and we follow the stupid stories she writes. Far from pleasant, I know, but it's what we have to deal with.

[She senses his struggle to master his emotions. There's a lot to this boy, more than meets the eye.]

[In Person]

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-05-13 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles coldly.]

If there was, do you think any of us would still be here? Oh, there are some who have come and gone but we don't know how it's happened. We are prisoners here.

[And he, if she is not mistaken, was one himself until very, very recently.]

Tragic, isn't it?