remus lupin is not a pawn (atamewerewolf) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-03-29 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: knap: james potter, ch: knap: remus lupin, p: emmy, p: torrin |
Who: Knp!Remus and Knp!James
What: Werewolves have sensitive hearing already and Kappa has decided to mess with all of Kappa's hearing. It isn't pretty.
Where: Kappa sector, unit 001
When: As Kappa's experiment begins
Rating/Status: It's going to be a lot of pain imagery?
Perhaps for some it wasn't as quick to notice what was going on. Perhaps they realized as the tape began to play over their blocks or when they spoke. But Remus noticed within seconds of it beginning. He heard the flicker of the intercom coming on, the breath before the very first word, a casual and upbeat 'Welcome' being spoken by none other then some excited Professor. It was the only real word he caught. That one word was accompanied by the first of the high pitched shrills; which caused Remus to leap from the torn chair he had been sitting in with his journal. He had been attempting to examine the red writing and to gather a thought about the Beta blocks punishments. It was all gone though with that one very happy, content word.
The string of sentences followed, with no lengthy breaks, the man clearly excited. He could pick out words in another language -- a language he knew he knew fluently -- yet he couldn't even focus enough upon the words being spoken to know what it was. The shrill was louder then anything he had ever heard, making his ears ring, and ache. He pawed at his ears, trying to muffle the sound, yet he could still hear every word. Had it been enchanted so that it was affecting him in this way? He strained to listen now -- to listen for the pause between words -- and his damned hearing picked up other words. People in the hallway. People in units on either side. Fragments of conversation all around him. Each word caused the same sensation and it was all blending together; a lengthy shrill of sound. A whimper escaped from him and another sharp pain hit him.
It was sound. Was it not? Sound was causing this? Still clutching at his ears, he stumbled forward, his shoulder slamming against the wall.
Within minutes, after a desperate attempt to get to his bedroom (as if a pillow would block out anything), he was crumbled upon the floor, face in the carpet and body curled in on itself close. His hands had not left his ears but his finger tips were pawing so fiercely at his ears that he was drawing blood by his own hand. He was crying, trying his hardest not to, for each little whimper or muffled sound just added to the searing pain which would not go away unless everyone went silent. Highly unlikely for a man who could hear just about everything going on around him usually.
And just as if it weren't worse enough, finally, a long howl of pain escaped from the depths inside of him; sounding more like how he did as a creature in the night then as a man. A primal scream engulfed in a whimper of sheer agony.