Lucian Bole (_bole_) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-19 17:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 december, lucian bole, roth mulciber |
Who: Lucian Bole and Roth Mulciber [!grabme cause you mentioned it and I thought it would be fun 'n'creepy]
What: A insubstantial visit
Where: Bole's cell
When: Some point
Rating: violent thoughts and words
He knew every inch of the room he'd been in for months. Every crack in the stone bricks, every grain in the wood. He knew the contents of his mattress - though it had been repaired and improved so he could no longer tear through the fabric and withdraw the sponge from within. He knew the number of blood stains he'd left on the floor. He knew the number of claw marks he'd carved into the door. He knew where every little mouse bone was scattered.
He knew when anything changed.
Something changed.
It could've been the middle of the day or the middle of the night, the cell would still have been dim but for the one candle to light it. He sat in the corner of the room and lifted his head, his eyes glittering with interest from behind greasy, tangled hair.
"I'm going to kill you-" He warned the figure. Someone had entered the room with him. There was no way he was going to let them leave in one piece. Bole pushed himself off the floor in a flash and threw himself at his visitor, arms out, ready to grab throat and tear out windpipe.