[ Clay never thought he'd be making another one of these-- an open post to the prison network. but here he is, doing exactly that. It's curiosity, through and through. If he was smart, he'd lay low. But no one ever said he was smart. ]
So. Animal parts. Fun gimmick, almost enjoyable. [ His voice is manic, holding back something of a frightening laughter. He finds the situation amusing, but not for the right reasons. ] I wonder what everyone has become. I wonder if we'll be able to see a pattern. Rhyme or reason! [ And there's a slip of chuckle. ] There's always a reason, always, always, always.
So, Marina. What have you transformed into?
b//closed action to REBECCA CRANE
[ Returning to the apartment takes longer than it should. Clay's returned only for brief bouts of sleep, a little water, only enough food to sustain himself. Rebecca hasn't chased him or called him out. It works for him. He can take care of himself. He wakes up and feels off. Severely off. It causes him to stay on the couch for longer than intended, pulling his fingers through-- things that have attached themselves to him overnight. ]
[ His hands are black, but he's seen that before. It's not the first time he's been burned. Only this time they don't hurt. He wonders if this is all just a hallucination. Maybe it is. Hopefully it is. ]