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Rasui ([info]sleepdeprived) wrote in [info]cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-14 22:01:00

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WHO: Issac and Alex
WHEN: June 4th
WHERE: Issac's trailer
SUMMARY: Issac refuses to sleep or leave his trailer once he over hears everyone plotting against him.
WARNINGS: Probably
PROMPT: Impossible Task



Twists and turns, bends and breaks, nothing filled the space of Issac's mind more than the torture he had endured. Sleep had never been friendly to the Mentalist, everyone's minds constantly going, constantly telling him things even when he did not recognize the words. The noise still existed. After everything, beyond all the sounds of minds, sleep attacked him rather than passively sitting at his side being loud. It hurt him.

The stapler sat on his table three feet past the mental magic barrier that blasted itself into place at his mention of locking himself inside. Fear sparked in electrical bursts shimmering across the space between his bed and the rest of the trailer. Issac bent his leg across the threshold of the barrier trying to obtain the stapler for its intended purpose.

Everyone wanted to make him sleep, but no one understood. He wanted to keep himself together. While magic healed the physical wounds the Templars made, and the doctor felt him healed, she did not see the wounds would open again if he slept. He would split in half, ripped apart, stitched back and ripped again. He would not allow anyone his mind. It was his!

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-15 02:14 am UTC (link)
Alex was starting to worry about Issac. While it was true he was an insomniac, it wasn't usually quite this bad. Usually he wasn't talking about seeing colors. Usually his sentences made sense. Now, though...it was a bit mangled, and Alex noticed this with concern. He didn't know how to help, beyond making one of the more powerful sleeping potions that he knew of.

He had, however, procured pizza, as promised. He tucked a small vial of the potion in his pocket and set out for Issac's trailer, supplies in tow. Hopefully he'd be let in, but if not...well, he was stubborn. He could wait, if he had to.

"Issac?" he rapped gently on the door. "You in there?"

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-15 02:44 am UTC (link)
The door swung open with little effort. Not thinking straight had not leant to him remembering he could lock the door. The colours all interrupted his list of things that needed to happen. Blue burnt up from flames looking to overtake her, whispering in her mind to brighten the view, but the view had not told the truth so she might not have been in the knowing even when she heard. Alloy would make her way but Pizza got there first.

"I'm not drinking that, pizza! I hear all... I hear too much... Stupid stapler, why are you being like that?" Issac's voice carried outside. A crash from inside clattered metal against the wood of the floor. The stapler Alex had gave him pooped open with the staples spilled. "Must level up my telekinesis... It'd be so much easier."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-15 03:15 am UTC (link)
Alex used two fingers to push the door further open, walking inside and looking around for Issac as he did so. He heard the crash and quickened his pace, stumbling upon Issac and the mess of the stapler.

"I don't know what that poor thing did to offend you, but never mind that now," Alex said. "You're not leveling up anything when you're like this, and you need to at least eat something."

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-15 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Bright green eyes widened at Alex's approach into his trailer. "Damnit I forgot the door!" Sliding his leg back behind his magical field, he narrowed his eyes at his Brutus. The force field sparked with his mental energy. Issac's powers, though all mental based, had always appeared in a lightning storm sort of way. His mind magics were charged with electricity to the point that he used the static shocks when playing around in the bedroom.

Backing up onto his bed, he growled slightly before sniffing the air as if filled with the smell of pizza. "You are going to try to put me to sleep with your potions. I heard you. I heard them too. You don't know. They don't know. They only see what the colours want them to see and not the eyes staring back from the void."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-16 12:46 pm UTC (link)
"Try being the key word there," Alex replied. "Short of sitting on your chest and holding your nose, I can't force you to do anything. Yes, we want you to sleep, because we think it might help. But if there's something else going on...can you tell me? Obviously no one wants your mind further messed with, not if we can help it."

He approached very cautiously, extending one fingertip. It met the force field and sent a spark up his arm, and he quickly withdrew it. "Plus I'm not getting close unless you want me to, obviously. Though I will reiterate that you should eat something. If nothing else."

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-16 03:00 pm UTC (link)
"It won't help!" Arms gestured with fists, nails digging into palms. Sparks shot off the mental magic barrier- a passable wall if one could hold on to their sanity through the immense amount of fear strung through it. A wave of verbal anger and fear melted into the barrier strengthing it as his voice echoed in the small space of the trailer.

Angry aggression did not typically come from Issac, especially with his loved ones like Alex, Elia, Maddy and Ava. A common joke amongst the Rousties that looked after his tent had always been that the boy did not seem to understand what anger was. The bright light in his grass green eyes had darkened with unknown consequence.

"I need to make sure it's not poisoned."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-17 12:05 am UTC (link)
Getting close to the barrier reminded Alex of heat waves coming off the pavement, only in his mind. Anger and fear roiled throughout it, but at the moment, trying to cross it didn't seem like the best idea. Issac was too tense, too on alert, and Alex felt like pushing him would end very badly.

"You really think I'd poison you?" he asked. "Or do you mean, lace the pizza with something. The answer to both of those queries is no, and since it's impossible to lie to you, I have nothing to gain by trying. It's just food, I promise."

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-17 02:50 am UTC (link)
"Laces on laces on laces. Maybe you didn't tie it up but someone else did?" Issac fell to the ground into a seated position with a thud.

Nightmares of others took away his dreams at night leaving the mental witch an insomniac on his best of days. In the day in which he had been taken and tortured he could no longer remember what it was to dream. The sounds of other minds a dim hum compared to the terror he saw in his mind when his eyes closed. No one seemed to understand that now. All they saw was him screaming, without listening to the sounds they formed.

Tears pooled at the edge of green eyes. For all the connections into the minds of others he had they left him alone. Elia sat outside the trailer, pacing like a momma-bird unable to save the chick who fell down the drain. Issac could feel her worry, their worry, and their whispers on how to help without knowing what was needed.

Curling his legs up protectively, Issac stared up at Alex. "Why do you want to hurt me? The stapler can't even help but I want to keep together so badly."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-17 12:34 pm UTC (link)
"Oh daor," Alex sighed, folding himself up to sit down across from Isaac. "That's the last thing I want to do. We want to help, if you'll only tell us how." He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. So little of what Issac was saying made sense, and no one else in the Cirque did mental magic that might be able to help them.

He sighed, dropping his chin onto his chest. "I don't know what to do," he admitted quietly. "And doesn't that just feel like a punch to the gut."

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-19 01:02 am UTC (link)
"There is no help. There is no songs to play or sing or sound out. The silence is louder than anyone knows and... it hurts." Issac curled his fingers into the back of his neck like he often did when his headaches got too bad. He did not want to be angry. It felt wrong in his body, but it pulsated there mirrored in the barrier between them. The boy who knew no fear had been forced into it, cracked open and reminded over and over again of this thing he knew nothing about.

"I-" He breathed out to try and not cry. "I just see so much... I feel unlocked... they tore me apart and it's all I see in the dark behind my eyes." His voice fell into a whisper. "I don't want to sleep... tell them I don't want to sleep because it might kill me again."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-20 01:08 pm UTC (link)
Alex tilted his head, trying to make sense of what Issac was saying. Riddles within riddles, that was what it sounded like to him. Alex saw people's futures, he blew things up when he was bored. This was so far outside his realm of expertise, it might as well be in a different country. "So, are you...not hearing anyone's thoughts?" he asked, seizing onto something he might be able to understand.

"Or maybe that's not it at all and I should listen more," he muttered. "Alright, we'll leave that issue for later, but eventually you might not have much choice. Sleep or death, those will eventually become your options. Mentalist or no, that body of yours will have its say.'

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-22 12:00 am UTC (link)
Brows furrowed. "I hear too much... I'm hearing too much... farther, longer, louder. But the music stopped playing." Issac could not understand how no one comprehended what he said. It was all so simple. It was all so amplified.

"Sleep is death. A rougher death." Issac rubbed his face, feeling light headed mixed with a constant undertone of pain. Going crazy would be the better option to what he felt. His body swayed even in a seated position, but he could not let himself sleep.

"If I sleep I need the stapler to pin my skin together first. I don't want to be torn apart." He tried to explain once more- or was it for the first time, he really could not remember.

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-24 10:22 am UTC (link)
Alex tilted his head back the other way. "Sounds like sensory overload," he mused. "Though I'm not sure about the second part. I don't-" He bit off the sentence, frustrated. Issac wasn't making sense, and it felt a bit like he was running into a brick wall over and over.

"Yeah, no, I think we can find a better way to keep you together than the stapler," he said, eyeing it speculatively. "Should have figured you'd have a reason for wanting it. I should have questioned it more." He sighed, rubbing the space between his eyes. He was starting to get a headache like the ones he got after reading for hours. "Would it help if I stayed while you tried to rest?" he asked. "Just...sat on the couch, or something. I could wake you up if it starts to look bad?"

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-24 01:09 pm UTC (link)
"You questioned it..." A mischevious smirk pulled up half his lips. "Just the wrong questions." Issac crawled forward, moving to his belly as he stretched out his arm toward the pizza. The greasy scent filled his nostrils making his stomach loudly rumble in complaint. If it could not sleep it wanted to eat.

Innocent green eyes looked up at his friend. "We were lucky you did not get nightmares from cuddling while I was in the medical chamber... The slow creep of torture back into me like they put a time release capsule in my body."

The pizza sat just out of his reach to stay behind his 'locked door' barrier. Issac huffed, removing his hand from trying to get the pizza and smashed the small clay object helping to create the barrier. "I just want pizza!" He growled at it as it broke into pieces. Blood streamed down his hand where a piece cut into him.

Once the barrier fell, he crawled over to where Alex sat and gingerly opened the pizza box to get a piece. "Shh, don't tell Elia I opened the door."

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-08-26 11:36 am UTC (link)
"Feels like I do that a lot these days," Alex muttered. Even though he'd been around magic his whole life, there was still a lot he didn't know. Joining the Cirque had made that even more clear for him.

"Time release nightmares. Now there's a horrifying thought," he sighed, pulling his knees closer to his chest. "Maybe because I didn't sleep a whole lot while I was there? Who knows."

He flinched slightly at the sound of breaking clay, but at least there wasn't a barrier between him and Issac anymore. The blood, though, should at least be mopped up. He snorted. "You say that like she doesn't probably already know." He rose and headed to the bathroom, grabbing a small towel for Issac's hand. "Let me see that," he said gently.

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-08-31 03:41 pm UTC (link)
"Time release memories...." Issac mumbled. "That is why I went to my own trailer instead of Elia's. I didn't want to hurt my best friends. Two of three best friends," he corrected.

Cleaning up the mess of blood and broken clay would be the last thing on his mind. He could not process the pain in his hand for all the other pain his mind experienced in its sleepless daze would be the first to arrive once it settled.

Issac chewed on the greasy piece of pizza, his eyes wide when Alex asked to clean his hand. Green pools gazed down at the torn skin and dripping blood before looking back up at his friend. "It's tomato sauce?" He asked as he held out his hand.

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[info]likeahellbroth
2017-09-05 11:12 pm UTC (link)
"You know she would have had you inside in about 30 seconds, regardless," Alex told him. "Though I can understand that train of thought, I suppose." He sighed quietly. Some days, Cirque life gave him the worst sort of throbbing headache.

"Worst tomato sauce ever," Alex muttered, carefully wiping the blood away. "I have something for the cuts, I'll get it in a minute. Just-no more smashing little clay things, OK? At least not today."

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[info]sleepdeprived
2017-09-06 04:03 pm UTC (link)
"I don't want to hurt any of you." Issac watched as Alex cleaned up his hand. "No more clay things... no telling lies... no secrets... no sleep... no connections," Issac sighed. "No. No. No. No. No. Only pizza."

If his brain had been working with him instead of against there would be so much he would have liked to explain to Alex, but nothing fit into place. Words bubbled and popped, interrupted themselves and shattered into the broken pieces of clay on the floor. Green pools shifted to the clay emblem no longer providing a door for him to shut and keep people out.

His mind crackled as it reached out toward the world, unhindered, empowered, and far more chaotic than usual. A lightning storm flared of mental energy. Issac had far more power than he used typically and it spilt through the fissures created in an attempt to access his network.

The last of the piece of pizza stuffed in his mouth, Issac pulled his knees up to his chest. His fingers curled in making more 'tomato sauce' flow to the surface of his wounded hand. "Tell Sleep I don't want to talk to it anymore. I tried to play nice previously- we never really got along- but this is the end." He paused. "Are you going to eat any?"

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