rakuen | 001 ♑ open log

Characters: Gamzee and roommates?
Format: Prose is what I'd rather use at the moment, but it can switch to action later.
This log is: Open
Location: Fortitude, Pale 2-A
Summary: Gamzee's not feeling well at all... are you really going to bug him?
Warnings: He'll probably be aggressive if your character speaks to him.

His head hurts.

No, 'hurts' isn't right. More like throbs. More like he's in agony, each second passing slowly and torturously. He wonders if his head is going to explode, if he's going to snap and break and shatter, wonders if he'll coat the walls with indigo. The bright of the sun, that motherfucking sun, makes him want to claw his own eyes out because it just won't leave, and it doesn't burn his skin but he wishes it would because then maybe he'd be put out of his misery.

It'd started slow, but the battles and the rush and blur of everything, the talking and yammering and nobody shuts the motherfuck up around here only made things worse. He's in his room, and thank the mirthful messiahs, it's empty, how painfully miraculous. He doesn't even want to think, doesn't want to feel, because with the headache comes a stomach ache -- and his muscles, they ache, too. It's strange and maybe it's just because of the shock -- but wouldn't that only be mental stress? It just feels like something's missing. Felt like that for a long while, since he got here, and he's not even sure how many days have passed but its been getting worse and worse, and now it's at its peak. Maybe it's just got to get worse before it gets better, but he doesn't think he'll make it to the 'get better' part.

So he's left to grab his PDA and a blanket, maybe two, okay three, and he doesn't care whos they are and just wraps himself in a cocoon. It's the first comforting feeling, with warm, suffocating walls wrapped around him, he's felt since he got here. Everything's too bright and now it's dark, and the burn and throb of his eyes and head slow. So he's in a quiet corner, praying the pain and the -- urge -- to just hurt someone leave. ( That's another thing he'd felt, anger, like that quick whip of irriational anger he'd felt upon learning he'd be a weapon the first week. But now it grows; and it does not leave, even though he hides it behind his friendly mask, just grows, threatening to consume him. )

He thinks he`ll stay hidden here for a while...

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He glanced toward the door. He didn't think he could make it. But it would draw Gamzee in enough to get his hand up to pull out one of his clubs. "Gamzee, this isn't what you want to do. If you just let me leave, this will be the end of this..." He started toward the door.

"End? I'll tell you when it's the MOTHERFUCKING END, bro." He steps closer, blocking Lelouch's way. He's not too close yet, but if Lelouch reached out, maybe...

Gamzee's smiling. It's an open taunt. Try it, his look urges. "Can you move that motherfucking hand? It looks PRETTY USELESS to me, even more so than the rest of you."

Dammit. He knew. He somehow knew. Or was he just blocking his exit? His mind was somewhat clouded by the pain, but he had to get out of here. Once he was out of this room, he had more options. Like finding help.

So he went for it. He thrust his shoulder into Gamzee, and lifted his hands to Gamzee's chest. He was only able to move his fingers the slightest bit. But he grabbed hold of the club with his good hand once the gloved one got it started. Now, if only he could get this all the way out before he put those claws to work.

Gamzee's grin widens as Lelouch bangs against him, and he doesn't move to resist for a moment, letting Lelouch get a good hold on the club. His hands come to rest on his shoulders, claws pricking the faintest of warnings. It's almost like he's embracing Lelouch, but as soon as the club is out, those claws just aren't warnings. He's digging his fingers through the fabric, twisting and tearing before shoving Lelouch away.

"You're gonna try fighting? Heh. Motherfucking heh. Statement says peasantblood's got guts stands true. Wouldn't it be easier to just LAY DOWN and DIE since you're going to anyways?"

The pain was obvious in his face, but he made a point of not making a sound as the claws tore into his skin. "I will always fight," he groaned.

It was probably going to be fruitless. But he swung the club at Gamzee's head.

Gamzee's face stays frozen to a smile as a hand snaps up and stops the blow from connecting. It was ridiculously easy to predict he'd do that. "Come on, bro, you even MOTHERFUCKING TRYING HERE?" His hand twists and he turns the club, bending Lelouch's wrist awkwardly -- that is, if he hasn't let go yet. He steps closer until he's got a hand pressed against Lelouch's chest -- and his claws dig in -- and he grips and turns and tears the fabric. He pauses a moment, maybe in surprise, then laughs, stepping forwards and shoving Lelouch along with him, aiming to get him pinned against a wall. If he stumbles and falls he'll let go of his shirt and stand over him.

"I think we've played enough, don't you? It's time to make some MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES happen."

There's something demented about miracles being tossed back in his face like this. He somehow kept his feet, but that may not necessarily be a good thing.

He was going to leave Nunnally all alone. So soon after they had found each other again. Suzaku would blame himself, he was sure. How could he have done anything?

He wasn't going to go down without a fight. He reached up and grabbed hold of one of Gamzee's horns and tugged it down to one side to throw off his balance.

Gamzee's world spins a moment, and his grip loosens significantly. Fuck horns and fuck all their sensitivity. He's got himself righted soon enough, though, and with a low growl of warning he slams Lelouch against the nearest wall, hopefully hard enough to knock his breath out for at least a moment. "Motherfucker. Seems you've still got fight in you, huh?" He gives a dry, forced laugh, before pulling Lelouch forwards and then slamming him back against the wall. If his head takes the brunt of the damage, Gamzee would be pleased.

The world spun after his head cracked on the wall a couple times. But he'd found some valuable information. He flailed his arm out to try to grab the horn again. This time it was harder, with the room spinning like this, to actually achieve his target.

He sees what Lelouch is trying to do and snarls, holding him at arm's length. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" He releases his grip on Lelouch's shirt and grabs him this time by his neck, putting pressure on his windpipe. Anger was pounding through him, anger and disgust; it's so strong he's almost seeing red as he presses, presses and digs his nails into Lelouch's neck. His grip loosens a second after, however, something sneaking in and stopping him. His nails aren't pressing hard enough to draw blood now, but hard enough to cause pain.

Cutting some major artery or the other might be more merciful than what he was doing now. He couldn't breathe. He tugged at the hand that held his windpipe closed. He was no longer able to maintain any kind of poker face. He was obviously panicked. He knew he was going to die.

Gamzee watches, tightening his grip. A hungry look comes into his eye, and he smiles again. A wave of pleasure shoots through his spine and makes his head swim a moment as he stares into Lelouch's painicked eyes, and he chuckles breathily. "Hey, motherfucker, you scared?" He leans in, whispering near his ear: "Shh, hey, how's it feel?" He pulls away and laughs, laughs and laughs, loosening his grip enough for Lelouch to breathe. He wants him conscious. His laughter isn't humorless or dry anymore, because this is fucking hilarious. Putting the damn human in his place is hilarious and absolutely wonderful.

"Motherfucker." That's all he says before digging his nails in with all of his strength, digging and digging and twisting, and then ripping.

Choking. That's all he could do. His arms and legs kicked and twitched involuntarily as Gamzee tore into his throat. Blood flowed in a torrent from his neck over Gamzee's hands and down his front. His eyes were wide but soon faded to lifelessness. His body's protests stopped. Once he was released, his body would drop heavily onto the floor, then disappear, leaving a pool of crimson behind.

Gamzee stares down at the body a long while, thinking. When the body disappears, he simply blinks down at the pool of blood, before cackling and dipping a finger in.

He paints a large :o) on the wall where he'd pinned Lelouch before he leaves the room to wander.

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