Obscurity has no hero, (OPEN)

[wes]

Wesley hated a lot of things; he feared few—but he hated anything and everything that he feared more than most anything else, except for perhaps even numbers. Isolation came in at lucky number one on his list of biggest fears—so naturally when he’d been told he was getting locked up for a day as a result of his harassment of other students via chat, he had been just slightly less than thrilled… He’d given one orderly a black eye and broken nose and another a painful kick ‘where the sun don’t shine’ before they had finally had the brains to sedate him enough that he could be dragged up to isolation.

Sedated though he was, he still managed to mumble curses and thrash violently every once in a while, but he wouldn’t be able to escape in this drugged up condition. They set him in the room and locked the door, at which point he set his head back against the corner, just waiting for the inevitable torment of the voices now that he was entirely alone. Self-imposed solitude wasn’t so bad, because he had the freedom to do whatever he pleased—in isolation, he was in a small, confined space with no possible hope for human contact… It was a dreadful situation, and one that they (being the voices in his head) quite readily took hold of as an opportune moments to torture the poor boy.

The telltale shivering began in his hands and he let out a tiny whimper as the first whispers began to sound in his ears. They always started out soft, mocking—but he knew that very shortly the voices would turn loud and violent and he would have no possible hope of escaping them. A day… Just one day in isolation… It could be worse, he supposed, but he knew that the voices would give him no reprieve and hound him mercilessly for the entirety of the impossibly long twenty-four hours.

What have you done, Wesley?

“I-I haven’t done anything… The school put me in here… They did it…” he wheezed, his eyes growing wide and frantic as more voices joined in the chorus.

Stupid boy!

Useless!

Worthless!

What do you say we kill you and get it over with?

Oh yes, let’s!

“Stop it…”

[/b] Wes whimpered, curling into an upright ball and squeezing his head with his hands.

Does the swine command us?

No! Stupid swine. Kill it. Make it dead.

“Shut up!”[/b] he screamed, his voice breaking as his entire body began to quiver and faceless shadows began to dance before his vision, each holding a weapon as they began to close in on him. “Get out of my head!!!”[/b]



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^{TAG - Anyone~
WORDS - 433
NOTES - Because Wes hates it and I'm cruel XD
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cayden rodrick novak]

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YOU'DFLYUPACROSSTHESKY

JUST TO PROVE YOUR POINT NOW WOULDN'T YOU?

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Don’t even ask how this came to be. Cayden himself was still kind of confused as to how he ended up walking down the hallway of iso giving everyone their food. Except apparently today there was only one poor unfortunate soul within one of the room today. Looking around Cayden shivered, wouldn’t people get even more off the wall and paranoid if they were put in isolation? Wouldn’t something like this make it worse? Getting closer to the door he bit his lower lip, the kid was talking to himself... a psycho? Schizo maybe.. get out of his head? Hmm voices saying things to him that probably aren’t the best thing. Shrugging he held the tray and slowly opened the little slider thing and placed the tray there. “It doesn’t look overly appetizing but umm it’s what they said to bring you,” he spoke softly while opening up the plastic wrap around the plastic utensils. Placing them back down on the tray he slid it in a little more and stepped out of the light so it could stream in, maybe he would like it, a break from the darkness.

The staffer who had asked him to do it said to leave the person alone until they were finished and to give them fifteen minutes. However as he stood there and the person didn’t say anything, Cayden went back to the door. “This.. probably defeats the purpose of isolation, but I could stay.. until you finish your meal or something. Maybe stop the voices..?” He looked into the small room, but it was very dark, he couldn’t see much of anything, it was depressing. But he could see the guy inside of the room, with the way he was sitting Cayden couldn’t really tell how tall he was or his body type, but it kind of looked similar to that of his own, maybe a little taller? He grabbed the tray and slowly slipped his arm into the slot only up to the inside of his elbow, because well that’s where it fit up to. He hoped the kid would take the tray, when in iso people needed to eat and drink as much as possible because hunger and thirst only made everything worse. “You really should eat and drink, it’ll help some, I promise.” He kept his arm there and just waited, he hoped he would take it.

But as he waited he started to look around. If he wasn’t a minor where would he be now? In a psych ward.. with people who were even worse than this kid? How would he survive in a place like that when he was one of the most normal people ever.. except apparently when he was sleeping!.. That was stupid he had done nothing wrong but yet he was now here in America.. with people who had some pretty bad issues. He felt bad and he didn’t judge them, but he didn’t understand why he couldn’t be out in the world like he had been? Placing his other hand against the cold metal door he closed his eyes. “If you don’t take it soon.. I will have to leave and take the food with me, and I’d much rather you eat it.” With that he kind of shook the tray just a little hoping to bring the kids attention to it more. “By the way.. my name is Cayden.”

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WORDS! Five thirty three
TAGS! Wes
OUTFIT! CLICK!
CREDIT! lyrics from "Strong Enough" by Tal Bachmen, template by zee of caution
NOTES! *sigh* I like the way Dmitri Muse talks. x]

[wes]

He saw the tray that was slid into his room and heard the voice, soft and almost soothing in manner, but upon hearing it he emitted a high, sharp, short barking laugh and tried to squeeze himself back into the corner. He mumbled a few inaudible strings of nonsense and squeezed his temples with shaking fingers.

“Can't... Can't eat, can't drink.”

[/b] He let out a shaking sigh and watched as the boy stuck his arm, up to the elbow into the room and his eyes widened. What was he doing? Did he want them to see? Did he want them to make him cause him harm?

“Shh!”[/b] he hissed quietly, looking around frantically. “Shut up! Get out! Quickly, or else they'll make me... Make me hurt you! I don't... No, no ,no , NO!”[/b]

Who's this?

What's it doing?

We should get rid of it, pet.

“No...”[/b] he mumbled, his voice low and shaking. “Just leave me alone.”[/b] It wasn't clear who he was speaking to-- he could have been addressing the boy, Cayden he said, or the voices, or maybe all of them at once. He just wanted them all to go away...

But why?

Don't you love us anymore?

He let out a choked cry as the voices started screaming at him, converging and surrounding him. The darkness began to play tricks on him, flashing red as the pulsating shadows moved in on him. He heard a high pitched screech in his ears and covered them with his hands, shaking his head and breaking down into sobs.

“I just want to be alone! Just quiet... Please...”[/b]

The scraping of the tray as he shook it drew his attention away for a moment and he stretched out a foot to kick it back. He couldn't eat, couldn't drink, not when they had him surrounded...


“Speak!”[/b]

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^{TAG - Cayden + Anybody
WORDS - 294
NOTES - Aww Cayden's being so sweet and Wes is just freakin' out XD Don't take it personally, Cayden hahaha.
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cayden rodrick novak]

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YOU'DFLYUPACROSSTHESKY

JUST TO PROVE YOUR POINT NOW WOULDN'T YOU?

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Poor thing, he was freakin’ out and finally hearing him speak to the voices in his head he understood the severity of this boy’s issue. As the tray flew from his hand he jerked back ever so slightly and grunted it tweaked his arm just a little so he pulled it out of the slot and sighed looking in. “Hun they aren’t real...” his voice was light and soothing, he hoped he could help. There was no way he could just leave the guy in there like that, freakin’ out in a small dark room. Sitting down in font of the door he placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. “Those.. voices they aren’t real, but.. they are powerful. Just listen to my voice okay, I’m real.. I’m here right on the other side of the door and I won’t leave until I know you are okay. I’m here to help, if you’ll accept it, and even then I may stay.” This kind of made him think about the dreams he would have.. of people who did awful things.. truly awful things and then he would do it to them over and over until they understood how horrible they were and that they deserved to die, and then once they admitted it, he would kill them. He killed them all in his dreams, but they were just dreams so why was he here now?

Biting his lower lip he pressed his forehead against the door and sighed softly. The world went quite for a second and he had to wonder if he was okay. Maybe..... maybe he could play him a song with the guitar... maybe even sing? He wasn’t sure if that was going to work but when in a heightened state of need singing was more powerful than just speaking, and if it was at a higher risk then people danced. Standing up slowly he looked into the room and bit his lower lip again. “Would... you like me to sing a song..? I can go get my guitar and I’ll play and sing any song you’d like. With heightened risk words don’t suffice and people need to sing.. and when singing isn’t strong enough they dance... so I’ll sing for you.. dancing I’m not good at though.” Cayden joked a little bit with a sad smile. He pulled away from the door a little bit so the light could get in more. “Also.. it’s only a couple more hours, two really. You are so close to being out, so I can stay with you and keep you company.” He hoped that he was making since to him and that he would agree, because he wanted to help him so badly. “I’ll... stay with you..” He said after softly closing his eyes, that was something he always wanted to hear from someone. Someone.. would.. stay with him...........

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WORDS! Five hundred and one
TAGS! Wes
OUTFIT! CLICK!
CREDIT! lyrics from "Strong Enough" by Tal Bachmen, template by zee of caution
NOTES! *sigh* I like the way Dmitri Muse talks. x]