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amuseboxing2015-02-23 11:27 am
dickbats) wrote in amuseboxing2015-02-23 11:27 am
we're all a bit mad here;
He knew he was sick because they told him that he was. He knew distantly that this skin was not his skin, and that he was being kept from mirrors for a reason. He knew that he'd recently done things, said things, and that none of them could be taken back. The throbbing sensation in his right hand told him that there was a raw, open wound beneath the bandaged exterior. Bones, the delicate little ones that gave a hand purpose, were probably broken. At least three, but no more than seven.
He knew it wasn't his fault, that somehow something was done. Done... To break his hand? That was the fuzzy part. But it would probably resolve itself sooner or later. He knew people were working to undo whatever it was that bothered them in the first place. He was supposed to just sit here and wait for it to happen.
... But wouldn't it be funny if he didn't wait? If his hand was already broken, it wasn't a big deal to dislocate his thumb and slide out of the restraint keeping him in bed. There were just a few moments between the shift in company (why was there someone always hanging around his bedroom anyway?), but those moments were really all he needed.
There was a lot of gasoline down in the cave, he abruptly recalled. a firework show would be a great way to stave off boredom tonight.
He'd have to make sure he evacuated first. He thought. Maybe. If he could remember to do it that far into the future.
He couldn't hold in the laughter that came then, a giggle that grew until it was a deep guffaw. He tried to be subtle about it. Hopefully it wouldn't attract too much attention.
He knew it wasn't his fault, that somehow something was done. Done... To break his hand? That was the fuzzy part. But it would probably resolve itself sooner or later. He knew people were working to undo whatever it was that bothered them in the first place. He was supposed to just sit here and wait for it to happen.
... But wouldn't it be funny if he didn't wait? If his hand was already broken, it wasn't a big deal to dislocate his thumb and slide out of the restraint keeping him in bed. There were just a few moments between the shift in company (why was there someone always hanging around his bedroom anyway?), but those moments were really all he needed.
There was a lot of gasoline down in the cave, he abruptly recalled. a firework show would be a great way to stave off boredom tonight.
He'd have to make sure he evacuated first. He thought. Maybe. If he could remember to do it that far into the future.
He couldn't hold in the laughter that came then, a giggle that grew until it was a deep guffaw. He tried to be subtle about it. Hopefully it wouldn't attract too much attention.