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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.

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.

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 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.
stuck_mynock: (This is very confusing.)

[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] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford manages to ignore the remark, even though Atton wouldn't be able to see any indignant reaction in the first place. Instead, he pulls off his bowtie and takes off the stained shirt before it starts sticking to his skin.

Then, he kicks off his shoes, pulls out his phone, and gets a start on his eight-day mandatory vacation.