|alois trancy. (fairykind) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2011-10-28 00:23:00
|Entry tags:||alois trancy, flynn scifo, ritsuka aoyagi, sakura kinomoto, sloth|
action | open* | backdated to 3ish in the afternoon.
Houheo taralna, rondero tarel!
[ four days really isn't that long, it isn't even a week. to be fair, it hasn't even been a full four days, but even a day is enough time. enough time to feel stretched out and much too, painfully long. it's amplified by the knowledge that he and claude faustus are not only kilometers apart, but thousands and thousands of leagues. then, kilometers and maybe even much further because he doubts he's even on earth anymore. (that, in itself, is still a thought he has trouble settling into the idea of.) ]
Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! [ 'houheo taralna, rondero tarel'—it's an incantation. fairies' spell. it sounds a lot like latin, but it's just gibberish. even so, it's the 'spell' that brought alois trancy a demon, a demon called claude faustus, and it's the incantation that works like a heavy-handed signature on their contract. whenever alois desperately wants something done, he chants this. whenever he wants claude, he chants this. claude isn't allowed to refuse it; he should come to it beck and call again and again and again, no matter how many times its said.
and in marina asylum, specifically, it's been called out well over hundreds of times. ]
Houheo—[ this time, he interrupts it with an exasperated scream, and in a swift motion, ceramic erupts all over tiled floor. a dinner plate, splintering into shards, and bouncing from the momentum upward, before gravity tugs them all back down. he's in the convenience store in Sector Five—dressed in blouse, shorts, thigh-high stockings, and little boots—leaving a wake of minor destruction behind him.
the knuckles of his right hand are busted, the first two are torn open the worse, before the wound slits down toward the last. the hand is all cheery red and jelly black with congealing blood, he pays it little mind. it came about when he looked on too long at himself in a restroom mirror—which is never a good idea to begin with, because despite the physical, androgynous loveliness of his own face, it looks like a pile of heaping shit to him. it is the face of someone no one wants and everyone wants to leave. ciel phantomhive was here and he left, got to leave, got to go back home to stupid fucking sebastian michaelis to be devoured. claude faustus is stuck with someone incapable of being eaten, and even if it was, alois would still not be comforted by the idea.
claude faustus is his. he's meant to be devoured by him. but, he's here, and ciel—ciel—is back in england, being pampered and coddled by sebastian michaelis and molded into something delicious.
and, that is why alois is throwing plates one after the other, calling and calling the fairies' spell, in the middle of the convenience store. the loneliness is too intense. marina is full of people, but alois still feels strangulated by it. ]
(ooc: *s- so, bearing in mind that kindly mister Flynn Scifo will be the one to calm him down before he gets too out of hand [he's already pretty much there, given that he's only a human kid], i'd be happy to have anyone else interact with him while he's like this. just ... be prepared for a lot of getting-no-where. he's feeling very desperate and passionate and hopeless.
also! it isn't just silly convenience store plates. he's gone through some of the clothes at the clothing store and ripped buttons off things or shirt sleeves off the arms and he's ruined library books. back home, claude would have taken care of it by now, but he's really, really pissed off today, so. yep. anywho, if you want to interact with him in the clothing store/library instead, go for it. like i said, he's really pissed off, so if you are okay with him lashing out at your character let me know. he won't do much worse than hitting, and bruising would be up to you. he projects a lot, so even if he doesn't have a personal issue with them, he could be provoked depending on how the conversation goes.
TL;DR: he's having a fucking tantrum, omg. all dis drama.)