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Tweak says, "loser say what?...WHAT!"

Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. (changethefuture) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-24 18:05:00

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!active, chris halliwell, day 28, location: carnival, merope gaunt

Day 28 - Carnival Cage
Who: Chris and Merope. [Open to returning prisoners later on]
What: Experiments in altered realities.
Where: Carnival cage.
When: Day 28.
Rating: PG likely.
Status: Active.

Chris already had a screwed up concept of 'normal,' dealing with demons and other dark creatures on a regular basis, and then later on with his evil brother. This place? Was not helping.

He wasn't sure which was more stressful: being in the cage or knowing his powers were stripped to almost nothing. The whole day was taxing and sleep came as a sort of bittersweet relief. After all, what might they wake up to? What might be done to them as they slept? Even if they woke up to find themselves still in the cage, maybe there would at least be some food, or a couple bottles of water. Unless those in power were hoping to make them revert to cannibalism. Chris wasn't sure if his survival instincts could be pushed to such an extreme; the concept kind of went against most of what it was to be a whitelighter, and a witch as well.

When he opened his eyes and the bars of the cage slowly came into focus, he wasn't near as surprised as the day before. He noted that it was darker, but not as dark as it had been for the zombies. Chris simply sighed and laid there a moment, wondering if he should just try and go back to sleep since he didn't hear any sounds of pain or panic. But... no. Laziness wasn't really a trait of his. He slowly sat up, careful not to hit his head on the top of the cage since, being on the top bunk, it was only a few inches away when he sat up. An initial glance around the cage found it surprisingly empty, though his eyes caught on someone on one of the other bunks.

A blink, and then Chris was openly staring. It couldn't be. Not again. He rubbed his eyes but she was still there. Was he hallucinating again? One hand pressed to his forehead; no fever. "This so can't be possible..." Carefully hopping down from the bunk, he lingered there, not taking his eyes off the form he knew so well that seemed to be lying on the other bunk. The longer he stared the more his emotions were being stirred and he swallowed against the lump in his throat, a hand clutching on to one of the posts of the bunk almost as if to keep him from running over. "Piper?"

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heartache
2009-10-28 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Merope, at this point, didn't really care what happened to her anymore and she started to hear a rumbling around her. It was cause for attention and her life experience had made it very obvious that she should, in fact, open her eyes but she was too consumed with sleeping to do so. It was only when she heard someone calling out a name did she even bother to turn around slightly.

The girl he saw was most definitely NOT Piper; Merope was of a lithe body-build, nearly dead-like complexion and a pair of different shades eyes that stared at him from where she was. Her eyes raised slightly and she set up almost immediately and her hand rubbed her head a little, looking around briefly. "..N-No..." Merope's mouth moved slightly to the side, seeming unsure about the entire thing to begin with.

She disliked being in another situation with another male.

What if he was violent? She frowned, cowering a little more away so she was mostly underneath the top bunk. The longer she focused on him, the longer she saw what was a much older version of her son...but he looked so like her husband as well. Tilting her head a little bit, this caused and over emotional response and she nearly bounded from the bed and her arms wrapped around him.

"D-Don't go." If it was her husband or son, she couldn't tell. The only thing she knew was that it was one or the other and she was happy for this.

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changethefuture
2009-10-29 05:39 am UTC (link)

No, Merope looked nothing like Piper, didn't 'feel' like Piper either. But that was on a normal day, and ordinary day, and this most certainly was not that.

Whatever was at work was strong, because the longer Chris stared the more certain the image became to him. The more certain he was that Piper -- his mother -- was there with him, in the flesh and alive. Granted, she was acting a little strange. Cowering was definitely not Piper's way. But then, there could be countless reasons for that. It was entirely possible that she wasn't herself; her memories could have been wiped, she could be channeling someone else, the list went on and on.

"Piper... it's me." Chris tried again, voice gentle as he could make it though it wanted to shake.

And then he was caught off guard by the sudden flurry of movement and being clung to. If not for his having one hand on the bunk, he surely would have fallen back. "Hey... hey, it's okay..." he somehow managed around the tightness in his throat, putting one then both arms around her. That she was shorter than he knew Piper to be didn't seem to register; after all, Piper was a good deal shorter than he was, so what difference did a few inches really make?

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heartache
2009-10-29 09:47 pm UTC (link)

The amount of happiness that ensued here was well beyond what she was normally allowed to feel. Her chest wasn't tight, her body wasn't either as her fingers clutched around the fabric on his waist to keep him from leaving her. She had not even heard the sound of him calling her a different name.

When she released him slightly, her hands went to his face and she placed a kisses on his cheek a few times in a row. "Tommy?" She muttered gently.

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changethefuture
2009-11-05 06:12 pm UTC (link)

The affection was a little much from her, and despite the feeling of elation currently making his heart race at the sight of his mother Chris couldn't help the minute way his body tensed, memories of the zombie attack still very fresh in his mind. But that was then, and Piper was right here, wasn't she? Alive and breathing.

While to anyone else the name would have sounded as it was, it registered to Chris' ears as his own, and a smile spread across his lips as his eyes dampened. "It's me." he repeated again, this time quieter. He hugged her to him briefly before loosening his arms, though he was hesitant to let go. Being able to touch her made her real, and if he let go for all he knew he could find she was merely a vivid hallucination or some sort of ghost image. "Are you okay? Have they done anything to you?" Again, the zombie image flashed in his mind but it was just as quickly discarded. And really, that should have been a hint that something was not quite right.

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heartache
2009-11-05 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Merope had always been loving, gentle and overly affectionate when she could be. She kept her arms around him, absolutely refusing to let him go. Unlike Chris, it was very easy for Merope to have this delusional experience and not think anything was wrong or different about it. At this point, she didn't smile but she did seem to be much more relaxed and happy.

"...I-I'm alright...don't leave me." Merope said very tenderly, as if he might discard her. Whether it was a dream or not, Merope didn't know the difference and she didn't care to know.

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