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vyvyan ([personal profile] vyvyan) wrote2016-10-26 05:46 pm

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It was almost liberating. For a whole week, he didn't change scene. Nobody bothered to visit. Nobody was watching. Perhaps, if he'd pushed himself, he could have forced a scene change, but why bother?

It meant the smell didn't come back when he bathed, after the first couple days. His hair unstiffened. His skin felt better. It was a surprise when, after four days, the studs fell out of his forehead, but he didn't care.

Alone, Vyvyan pondered his future. It was boring in the cell.

And then, it was all over. Released. Wilford is alive. He'd never been more relieved.

***

He has to muster every ounce of concentration not to change scene when he steps out the cell. If he's going to stay looking like this, he'll have to concentrate in every doorway, between every room. Sooner or later he will forget, he knows, but he's determined not to do it today.

He deposited a note at the bar.

'Wilf,
I know you came back, but I want to apple aplogy say sorry for causing your death. It was an accident, but I was careless, because I knew that you reset if you get hurt, and because I was bored and winding you up was funny.
I should have been more simplethetic, really. I know what it's like to reset every five minutes to look like a knobhead. We're probly the only two of our kind here, which doesn't mean we should be like poofs or anything, but perhaps if I hadn't been a bully we could have been mates or something.
Anyway, you're not dead, well done.
Vyvyan'


Now what? Young, clean, normal-looking, only slightly insane... where to go next?

He concentrates, heads outside, and lights a cigarette. Maybe he'll have to give these up if he's not going to reset. Probably worth it.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford knows from experience that the resets will drive a person insane. Sanity is a rare unicorn where Wilford is from. Wilford's endured – from his perspective – almost a century's worth of pain, torment, and death over the span of just a few decades. Nobody comes out of that with their head on straight.

If this wasn't just how things were, Vyvyan's note might have had more impact. Wilford doesn't care that this isn't how things are for anybody else on this side of the door.

He doesn't care about anybody on his side of the door, either. But that's beside the point.

The poorly-written, barely-legible note just gets under his skin more than anything. He crumples it up and tosses it aside, trying to at least maintain an illusion of calm as he steps away from the Bar to hunt down the little orange-haired bastard to give him a copper-jacketed piece of his mind.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A prowling search of the bar turns up empty, so eventually Wilford goes outside to look for Vyvyan. He doesn't have much of a plan, beyond the end game, but planning hasn't been working very well for Wilford lately. It's time to improvise.

He'd figured searching outside might have been easier, since it's an open space. But there's also a lot of it to search, and it's taking longer than Wilford would have liked. It doesn't help that even when he gets dangerously close to Vyvyan, Wilford doesn't recognise him. Up until now, Vyvyan has been very... distinct, and difficult to miss. Today, Wilford walks right past him, barely even taking the time to glance his way.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford spins around, almost startled. He still doesn't recognise Vyvyan at first. And then he does, and every ounce of rage comes flooding forth.

As disguises go, it's a good one. Perhaps at some point in the future, Wilford might even give him credit for that. But right now, he's got other things on his mind. He moves fast when he wants to, and it's barely an instant between recognising Vyvyan and stepping close enough to grab him by the front of his shirt. His Magnum is in his hand now, pulled from his hidden inventory, with the muzzle pressed against the underside of Vyvyan's jaw.

"Tell me why I shouldn't," he says, his voice perfectly even.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford likes that fear. It means he's finally in charge of this situation.

"That all?" he asks.

Surely Vyvyan can do better than that.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford considers the offer, taking enough time to almost make it seem like he'll accept it.

"Nah," he says suddenly.

He fires off two rounds, barely flinching. Only after, does he let go of Vyvyan's shirt, waiting to see if another round or two might be needed to actually put him down.

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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as Wilford is concerned, Vyvyan is still where he left him – dead out in the mud outside. He know that Vyvyan is a resetter, and doesn't particularly care, though there is a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe this might be an Event. But Wilford knows better than to get attached to that hope. Vyvyan will be back eventually.

For now, he's enjoying a brief moment in the bar without Vyvyan, though. His shirt is stained with Vyvyan's blood, and there's still some smeared on his arm where he couldn't quite bother to clean himself up completely. And he doesn't care about that either, because he knows how this place works. He might get thrown back in jail for a while, but as soon as Vyvyan resets, nobody will care anymore.

Which is why he's calmly enjoying a drink at the bar right now.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, cool news, you failed to even kill Vyvyan," Atton says as he approaches. "You're not even any good at breaking the rules. C'mon, come with me, and I'll weave you the tragic cautionary tale of Ro-Man on the way."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, Wilford's not even surprised to hear that. Vyvyan's resets work differently than Wilford's do. But he still feels like won on some level, and Atton isn't going to take that away from him.

"If he's alive, I don't see what the problem is," Wilford says.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Very patiently: "Because the rule is no violence, not no killing. This is why you read the rules a few times over, Worf."

He nods his head towards the cells. "Start walking, or I'll just drag you there."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, fine. If he's going to be like that about it.

Wilfford very deliberately makes a show of finishing his drink before he gets up, holding his hands out to show he is completely unarmed. Okay, so the gun's still in his inventory, but it's empty, and he's pretty sure nobody here can even get to his inventory if they tried.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"So," Atton says cheerfully, leading Wilford towards the cells. "The tragic tale of Ro-Man. Ro-Man was a gorilla with a gun for an arm. Ro-Man liked to break the rules over and over again, and kept trying to kill people. Ro-Man ended up celled up forever, until one day he just wasn't here anymore."

Atton waves Wilford into a cell.

"Eight nights, and I'm being lenient because you knew Vyvyan would come back, and because you failed," he says. "But if I have to cell one of you for attempted or semi-successful murder again, you'll have to find another Security member to let you out. Throw yourself on Teja's infinite mercy, maybe, that should be a laugh."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, eight days is a bit longer than Wilford had expected, but it's also a guaranteed break from the last week he's been living over and over and over again.

"We're even at this point, unless he starts shit up again," Wilford says, stepping into the cell without having to be forced.

And he means it. He's perfectly happy to avoid the hell out of Vyvyan for the rest of his life after this mess.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. Baby, black out the glass on Mister Willoughby's cell, we don't want him frightening the other prisoners with his facial hair," Atton says.

As Baby does so, he settles to start writing a note, after which he fully intends to leave and drink an entire bottle of alcohol.

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[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-26 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Alana raises a brow at him as she enters the room. "You look like a fine mess," she says, already checking him over. "What happened?"
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[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-26 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Alana stares at him, using her pen light to examine the bullet holes. "That's a new one," she says, stymied. "How did you survive?"
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[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Satisfied with her examination and seeing that there's nothing to stitch up, Alana heads to the sink to wet a rag for him. "Change scene?" she says, offering him the cloth. "I'm not sure what you mean by that, but it seems awfully convenient."
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[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-26 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Alana turns away from him to search out some ibuprofen. She glances over her shoulder. "I see," she says. "So you've decided to hold off on changing scenes for now, to see if it does you some good?"

She locates the medicine and fills a cup of water at the sink, offering both to Vyvyan. "What do you plan to do about other people treating you unkindly?"

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