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Tweak says, "careful, don't drop him"

Michael Myers (ex_theshape870) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-18 21:53:00

Entry tags:

delirium, michael myers

Who: Michael and Del. There will sort of be two cameos, but not really. You'll see.
When: Tonight-ish.
Where: His hotel room. And briefly Azathoth's daemon-court at the center of everything, but only in memory. So technically just his hotel room.
Warnings: Hmm...not sure how horrible I'm going to describe Azathoth's place. So, potentially, warnings for that. Actually probably warnings for that.

Michael sat propped up against the headboard of his cheap motel bed. The TV was on, but he wasn't really paying attention to it. His eyes gazed through it, out into the see of blackness that was the space between his last memory here before his disappearance and his first upon arriving back. There was something there, something that sent his heart into it's best impersonation of a machine gun, something that chilled his blood enough to make him shiver. He wondered if this was what it was like to be in a horror movie, and then was struck so fully by the irony of that thought that he erupted into a fit of laughter that could, just maybe, be described as hysterical.

A bottle of Skyy vodka sat on the nightstand, but it hadn't been touched. Something told him he'd need it later. He'd already held three internal debates in the last hour, trying to convince himself to forget all this and move on. Maybe it would have worked before, but now that he'd committed to it, it's like there was something inside that wouldn't let him break course now. Even though he deeply, deeply wanted to.

Drawing in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to think of Del. While thinking of Del would usually calm him, now it did nothing to ease his mind. Whatever was about to happen, he knew it would be a train wreck. He'd only agreed to go along with her because he wasn't going to let her face the train wreck alone. It was, after all, his memories that would be bringing the bad. At the same time, he couldn't stop thinking about that great yawning expanse in his mind, where the unknowable horror lurked just behind a locked mental door.

Finally steeling himself, he focused all his mind on Del. He was far from steeled, but it would be the best he could do. He had some remembering to do.

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ex_tempusfra525
2008-01-19 03:17 am UTC (link)

Delirium was just getting used to her realm again, sorting things to her liking in the fluxuating chaos of her realm, when she felt the tug of Michael's focus on her. She worked on pulling her self free from her realm enough to go to him, using the slight anxiety and hysteria in him to latch on, physically swimming her way towards his being.

She ended up perched on the headboard next to his shoulder, one foot very gently brushing his arm.

"Boo." Obviously, she was a fan of the irony, too.

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ex_theshape870
2008-01-19 03:26 am UTC (link)

Normally Michael wouldn't have been spooked, but with his own mind seemingly rebelling against him and some strange fear lurking in darkened memories, he couldn't help it. He jumped a little, head smacking lightly against the headboard.

Rolling over and pulling himself into a sitting position on the bed, he tossed her a rueful grin. "A psycho killer getting spooked. Either the weirds aren't over yet or I've lost my touch." It was a joke, but a particularly weak one. And far more wordy than he usually was. Both his obvious attempt at humor and the increase in his vocabulary were all pretty good signs that the fear was the kind of deep down fear that usually only came from a childhood fear carried on into adulthood. The fact that this one simply sprang up when all of his other fears were long since gone...that wasn't a good thing at all.

He grimaced a little, knowing how weak the joke sounded, and then simply shrugged. "Okay, so..." His brow furrowed a little in curiosity. "I'm thinking this is a 'arms and legs inside the ride at all times' type thing?"

	ex_tempusfra525 2008-01-19 07:02 pm UTC (link)
	Delirium just shrugged, seeming lost in thought. "If you're not being controlled, then... no." After that, she sighed, deflating back against the bed behind her. She'd been too coherent, too long. It was starting to hurt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2008-01-19 08:07 pm UTC (link)
	A sad little smile passed her lips, as she unfolded herself and stood, walking over to where he was. She very deliberately touched his cheek, just to show she could. "You know how to reach me if you want to." (Reply to this) (Parent)