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[aria] tick tock Aug 23, 2015 2:36:19 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Aug 23, 2015 2:36:19 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

Everything was good. Everything was fine. It was just Murmur and his four walls, no one else in sight. That's how it had been today since breakfast. They'd forgotten to feed him lunch, but he didn't mind. Anything he ate, he just seemed to throw up lately. They were pumping too much into his system for him to keep anything down. He feared they were going to do it again at any moment, having missed yesterday.

He was right. Almost instantly after that worried thought, three men came through the door of his small room. "No... No... No..." He kept whispering the word over and over again to himself as they wrote something onto the papers on the clip boards they were holding. "No... No..." He grabbed onto his knees, beginning to rock back and forth, feeling a bit of a tremble down his spine at the thought of what was about to happen. "They're not going to take you. They're going to leave, Mur. They're going to leave." They stopped writing. "No. No. No... No!" His words got louder until he was practically screaming them.

Two of the men grabbed onto his arms, holding them a lot tighter then they needed too. They were squeezing right down on the purple bruises they had already embedded into his skin. "No! No! No!" They yanked him upward, forcing him to walk with them right out of the door of his room. When he couldn't keep up, they just dragged him. It was hard to keep up these days. He felt so weak. The more they pumped into his system, the weaker he became. That's how it seemed to work.

The hospital room. There were several in the building, but Murmur was always taken to his very own. The second he saw the completely solid door, he began to scream. If he had magic right now, they would all be dead. "I'm going to make you pay!" He screamed an empty threat. "I'm going to tear right through your necks and shelf your heads above all of your fucking desks!" They pulled him into the room, locking it behind them. "I will rip them clean off. You hear me?! RIP THEM OFF!" He screamed again, and tried to wiggle his way away from the men. One kicked him in the leg, making him loose his footing when he tried. He was dragged all the way to a metal table, and they lifted him up before strapping him down.

The doctor walked out of the small sub-room, holding quite a large scalpel in his hand. Murmur's eyes went wide, though this had happened many times before. "No... No... No!" His words began as whispers, but then turned into a scream. He struggled to break free of the straps that kept him tied to the table. "Please, please, please no! I-I'll be a good boy! I-I won't tell anyone! Magic isn't real! The Enchanted Forest isn't real!" The doctor didn't care. He came closer and lifted up his shirt. Mumur's lip began to quiver as he squeezed his eyes shut. The scalpel was pressed against his stomach, cutting a perfect incision. Mumur screamed as the blood began to drip from him. There were scars all over his stomach from getting these incisions far too often. The incisions that kept him crazier then he'd ever been. The doctor jabbed it down deeper, and tears fell from his eyes. A tube was inserted, and that's when the nurses came in. Two of them, both holding syringes. One was jammed into his neck, the other into his thigh. Another scream was let out before the world went black as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

When Murmur finally awakened, he was silent. It wasn't something anyone ever got out of him before Storybrooke, but it occurred often here. The drugs in him did different things, seeing as they were always experimenting on him to make him as crazy as they could manage, but this time he just felt broken. Stripped of his dignity.

It only took one man to get him to cooperate this time. The man undid the straps and began leading him all the way to the common room where a great deal of other patients were put to do pointless things like puzzles after dinner time, which he hadn't been given any of. When he was in there with the rest of the asylum folks, the man pushed him down onto the couch and walked out. Murmur straightened himself up and found a clock on the wall. He focused in on it. What beautiful sounds clocks always made. "Tick tock... Tick tock..." A tear fell down his cheek. "Tick tock... Tick..." He just wanted to go home. "Tick tock..."

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[aria] tick tock Aug 23, 2015 20:21:05 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Aug 23, 2015 20:21:05 GMT

feel the light

shining in the dark of the night

Life in the asylum for Aria Johnson was probably better than it was for some of the others. She didn’t know that anyone was being experimented on. Nor did she know that anyone had it better or worse than she did. She just assumed everyone had it about the same as she did. Though she did know that the crazier people had to stay in their room more often, but Aria figured they preferred that anyways. Otherwise they would get out more often, right? The nurse said not to worry and that they liked it, so who was Aria to question the good nurses?

However, the worst part about the asylum was when she was locked up in her cell, and was bored out of her mind. She hated the enclosed spaces and it brought back flashbacks of being locked up. However, she didn’t remember her kidnapping as something that was bad, and kind of liked the guy who kidnapped her. Yet still the closed space made her feel trapped. As if deep down she really wanted to escape from the guy who kidnapped her but never could really manage to get away… or she did because it kind of felt like she finally managed to escape, even though that was not the way she remembered it.

“Please let me out,” Aria whined quietly as she held her knees close to her body as she sat on the bed. It was like her body was calling out itself to just let her out. Her breathing was heavy and her thoughts were swimming and unfocused, she felt like she was going to pass out. It was her fault, she knew, after sneaking out when she met Neal, she was forced to eat dinner in her room and her time out of her room was severely limited. If she could just get out –

“Alright Aria, time to get out.”

Aria hopped to her feet as the door opened and a nurse let her out to the communal area for the crazies, which meant her as well. At least it was more open than usual. And after Lacey had broken out of the asylum (no one seemed to know where she went so Aria assumed she’d broken out somehow), Aria was hopeful that Neal would get her out of here too. He said he would. And she trusted him more than she trusted anyone else.

She was playing with one of the puzzles in order to keep herself busy and not get bored (though that might be better so it would seem like she was out for longer, but she thought of that a little too late, not willing to leave the puzzle unfinished). Then came in a man (or was it a woman?) who was forced to sit on the couch. Aria watched curiously as he saw there, looking at a clock. Clock staring would make the time pass slower, right? That guy understood how to make this time the best. Once Aria finished her puzzle she jumped up and walked over to the guy with a big smile on her face, which faded when she noticed that there was a tear on his face. Did someone call him ugly or something? She knew Arnold, Oscar’s invisible friend, cried a lot if someone was mean to him like that. Maybe this guy was like that.

“My name is Aria.” She offered a hand to the man sitting on the couch. Then she sat next to him, staring at the clock too. “You do a really good imitation of the clock.” Aria paused for a moment before she offered him a smile across her face. “And you look good, no matter what other people say.”

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[aria] tick tock Aug 23, 2015 22:56:18 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Aug 23, 2015 22:56:18 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

People came in, people went out. Murmur paid no attention to any of them. His eyes just kept being fixated on the clock. "Tick..." It was the only thing that he felt kept him sane where as in reality it might have been doing the opposite. He was obsessed with the sounds that everything made. "Tock..." If he had his magic, this place would be in a world of hurt. He just kept reminding himself of that in order to keep down the emotions from feeling like they had beaten everything out of him. Seconds he was keeping perfectly felt like hours as he sat there.

He was only pulled out of his almost trace-like state when a woman stepped between his vision of the clock on the wall. He looked at the hand she offered, not saying a word or taking it, before looking back up at her face. He stared blankly, though there was slight irritation hidden in there. She gave him her name. If there was magic, he might have repeated it to her in a funny voice that was not his own, practically making fun of it. It wasn't a bad name. He just didn't get why she was giving it to him. Just how bored was she?

Insane asylum. Right. She probably wasn't as bored as she was crazy. He was reminded of that when she took a seat next to him. His eyes went back up to the clock. Maybe if he ignored her, she would go away. "Ti-" Wrong. She spoke again. Slowly, he turned back toward her, starring at her with that same expression from before.

Ignoring her. Right. He looked back at the clock again, but she was already speaking once more. Speaking something odd at that. He turned back toward her, no longer able to just ignore the girl. "I'm not imitating the clock." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm talking with it." Okay, he knew that was a load of bullshit. He was totally imitating it in deep focus. This was an asylum though. She would probably believe anything depending on her level of crazy. So, why not give her the more fun answer?

Then it was time to address her other statement. Just what in the Hell was that all about? "And you are good at imitating an honest woman, Aria." He knew she was lying about that, her saying that he looked good, probably attempting to be nice or something. Even if they weren't talking about attraction levels, in which he could only assume he wasn't this... nice girl's type, he looked like total crap. He was drained, and that was clear just by looking at him. He felt her lie was written on her face, but there was a possibility the drugs were creating a slight illusion. Often times after treatments, he was positive everything anyone said was a lie. He felt people were spewing them to taunt him. "Just who exactly is speaking ill of me?" His stare got a little more irritated as some of the blankness was being over-taken. "I'll stab their eyes out. It'll give them time to focus on things less petty than looks and teach them to mind their own business." He squinted his eyes a little at her. "Do you know what it feels like to have your eyes carved out, Aria?"

Out of no where, he looked away and slapped himself in the face. "Stop it, Murmur. She's working for them. She's one of them." All the more reason. "No, no, you'll make it worse..." He whispered very quietly.

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[aria] tick tock Aug 24, 2015 1:29:52 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Aug 24, 2015 1:29:52 GMT

feel the light

shining in the dark of the night

Wait, so he wasn’t imitating the clock? Aria didn’t know that clocks talked! “Clocks can talk?” She knew she was behind, but she didn’t know that she was that behind when it came to things like this. Maybe the clocks had been talking to her. Oh no. She had been ignoring them. They probably had been saying hi to her every time she walked by, or trying to strike up a conversation with her and she just ignored them. She felt so bad. But she couldn’t speak their language, she didn’t understand them.

But she sure could try.

She looked up to the clock he was talking to and smiled at it. “Tick tock, ticktock ticktock.” Aria had no idea what she had just said to the clock, but those were what he was using when he was talking to the clock. “I really hope I did that right.” She looked back at the guy. “Where did you learn how to speak to clocks? Did you go to college?” Wow. He must be smart! And maybe he knew what the outside was like! Wendy had gone outside before, but she hadn’t spent much time out there (she had snuck out once, but that was it). Mostly she was rescued and almost immediately shoved into here where they weren’t allowed outside. Maybe he had a family who actually cared for him, and maybe he had something out there. She wondered how that felt.

Imitating? Aria laughed hanging her head back. She was just making a joke to her. After all she accused him of imitating a clock when he was actually talking. Therefore he was making a comparison thing, and actually meant that she was an honest woman. How nice of him! “Oh yeah, I imitate an honest woman all the time.” She continued with the joke, thinking that he would like that and would find it funny.

Aria tilted her head confused now. “Oh, I thought you were crying because someone was being mean.” After all, he kind of looked like a girl when she looked at him at certain angles. And people could be mean. Especially Oscar. Arnold was really nice to her, but apparently he was mean to some of the other people. She didn’t understand why he was mean to everyone but her… but that made her sad when Arnold and Oscar were mean to people. Like that one time one of the others accidentally sat on Arnold and Oscar had to be detained by the guards or he would’ve hurt someone. Apparently Arnold was saying mean things too. “I haven’t… felt that before, obviously, right? I still have my eyes in my head. There would be some really bad scars from something like that, right?”

But then he looked away slapping himself. “Working for who? I don’t have a job, but I hope to find one when they let me out later.” They had told her that she was going to be able to have a walk soon and she would find a job then. Maybe they would let her out more often for work! And she would have a job and could support herself so she didn’t have to stay here. She could prove that she could survive on her own. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

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[aria] tick tock Aug 24, 2015 2:11:05 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Aug 24, 2015 2:11:05 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

She was definitely one of the super crazy ones. He knew that now by the way she literally had to ask to confirm about the talking clock thing. He stared at her blankly, almost in disbelief. He wished she was kidding, but he knew better than to think that in a place like this.

Then she actually started talking to the clock. Murmur's right eye began to twitch. This chick was really something else. "Yeeeaaaahhh, I went to college. The same year that pigs started to fly." He wasn't even sure how to react to her. This woman had actually stumped him. He supposed maybe he could just mess with her a little bit, feed her imagination.

"You have to say your ticks with more feeling if you're introducing yourself for the first time. Clocks are delicate appliances, don't you know? It's so easy to hurt their feelings." He smirked, but didn't laugh. He still wasn't sure why he was bothering with this. Maybe it was because her stupidity was almost brightening his mood a little bit. He was distracted, and his newest incisions weren't hurting him as badly when he wasn't thinking about it.

"Yeah, I can tell." He smirked again. "You're really good at faking it." He shook his head. He really hated people sometimes, but he preferred that she was being honest about her nasty insides. Most people didn't have the guts.

He squinted at her. "Just because water fell out of my eyes, you're accusing me of crying? First you tell me people think I'm ugly, imply that you think I'm ugly, and then you call me a cry baby?" He glared at her, though he knew he was crying before. He reached up to wipe his cheeks in case any tears might have still been lingering. It was kind of rude of her to call him out on his crying though, that's what the voice in his head was telling him. "You're a bitch, Aria. Did you know that?"

Did she think he was seriously asking whether or not she had that happen to her before? Did she not understand threats? Damn, his head was starting to hurt. "Obviously." The corner of his lips started to turn upward in a twitch. "Do you want to feel it?"

He shook his head, looking back at her with a tilted head. "You might be a nurse in disguise." He looked downward for a moment. "She is, Mur. Don't believe her..." He whispered to himself, but almost instantly forgetting when he looked back up at her. "Don't hurt myself? Then who do I hurt? You?" He looked confused for a moment, but then reached a hand up, and slapped her across the face, surprisingly gentle compared to how he hit himself. "Like that?" That would probably make her go away and stop being so rude to him. His hands went to his head again. "Bad boy, Murmur. Bad boy. Bad. Bad." He whispered to himself again very quietly.

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[aria] tick tock Aug 26, 2015 18:29:22 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Aug 26, 2015 18:29:22 GMT

feel the light

shining in the dark of the night

Wait hold on, pigs could fly? Now Aria was amazed by his knowledge. He must be like a doctor of something. But not like the doctors here. One of the good doctors. Aria was trying to picture a flying pig, like with big majestic wings that they kept hidden from the world when they were on the ground. They probably preferred rolling around in mud and pretending they couldn’t fly because then it would be simpler. No one to ask them for rides. Like the cows. Who wanted to bring cows around places? So they hid their wings from everyone but the smartest of humans who discovered their secret. That was rude of this guy to just reveal the secret. But they didn’t have to worry, Aria would keep their secret. Probably. But Aria would love to fly, to feel the wind in her hair to have the ground leave her feet. Sometimes she would jump and fly for a little bit and think that if she could just stay in the air it would be wonderful.

“Wow. What was your major?” She wondered what he studied. Maybe he studied everything! Or languages. That might be why he knew the language of the clocks. And maybe that’s why knew that pigs flew because he learned their language and they told him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She felt a bit bad that he might have hurt a clock’s feeling. Hopefully it could understand she was just learning the language. “Tick tick tock tick tock tick tock tock.” She tried to muster all the feeling she could muster into the ticks and tocks. She had no idea what she was saying and could only hope that she wasn’t offending the clock or saying something that made no sense. But hey, this guy was smiling, and that meant she was doing something right. She actually felt a little crazy talking to a clock, that logical part of her mind telling her that it was not right. But it didn’t matter if clocks didn’t talk, it was fun and it made this guy happy for her to speak to the clocks. Just like talking with Arnold seemed to make him and Oscar happy instead of just disregarding Arnold as imaginary. After all, Aria could be wrong and that little logical part of her mind could be just as wrong as her ‘stranger danger’ radar apparently was.

“Thank you so much! I try to fake as much as I can.” After all, she was just playing along with the joke. He was being so nice right now calling her a good person. She really appreciated it because she tried hard to be as nice as possible. If she upset him she would be upset herself.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that there was anything else it could be. I’m so so sorry, please forgive me. I think you’re beautiful. I… I assumed that the water was caused by mean people. Because… there are mean people, like Oscar. He might not actually mean it, but he can be mean sometimes, so I just… I’m sorry.” She was frowning and close to tears at this point. Now she was upset in herself because obviously she had upset someone else. See? This is why she always assumed that she could be wrong. She hated bringing forth anything contrary because things like this would happen.

“Oh probably not, it would hurt. Why?” Yes, Aria did not understand the threat. At all. She thought he was just being informative and curious.

She tilted her head slightly. Maybe she was a nurse in disguise. Maybe that was why she had been able to escape sometimes. They just erased her memory, like how Neal had said she was a girl named Wendy, to manipulate everyone here. That would be so sad! Maybe Neal’s Wendy was that nurse! Oh no. Now she almost didn’t want to be Wendy if that were the case. Maybe she could ask Neal.

And then he slapped her. At first it took a moment to realize what he was doing, but then she came up with a really good explanation. He liked her! Otherwise why would he even touch her? Sure it stung just a little bit, but he didn’t hit her that hard. Oh! Maybe he was ‘hitting on’ her. She’d heard the term before. And that meant he wanted to be her boyfriend, right? “W-Well, I suppose.” She was blushing. She’d never had a boyfriend before. What was she supposed to do? She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be a girlfriend to him. If anyone, it would be Neal, Aria told herself, because Neal was so nice all the time and she trusted him more than anyone she had ever met so far. And trust had to be there for boyfriends and girlfriends. They kissed too, didn’t they? How would she deny this guy then? Without making him feel sadder? “But I… I would prefer not?” She ended it off like a question, hoping that if he got angry then she could find some way to backtrack it.

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[aria] tick tock Aug 27, 2015 20:03:56 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Aug 27, 2015 20:03:56 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

She asked what his major was and he just raised an eyebrow at her with sort of a squinted expression of disbelief. She was still going on about this nonsense? She wasn't thrown off by the pigs flying comment? His right eye twitched. This woman was just way too much. Then his face went blank. He had the perfect answer. It was one that she seriously had to make her realize something was off here. And if it didn't, well, he was just going to keep messing with her. "Cannibalism. I majored in cannibalism."

Murmur sat there, shaking his head. There had to be a whistling sound going through her brain. She was actually throwing feeling into her words as she spoke to the clock. This was unbelievable. "Stop. She's too dense... Mother, mother. Mother would disapprove. Naughty, naughty boy." he whispered to himself super quietly, hardly even realizing he was doing it, but then his neck twitched and he stared back at her. "You just called the clock fat. You really are an ass."

She tried to fake as much as she could? Now something really felt off. Either she was still just admitting to what a terrible person she was or she thought it was opposite day. "Ugh! Why the hell are you so damn confusing?!" He was mad at her. This girl would have been frustrating if he had been in the right state of mind, but like this, she was even more so.

Then a wonder hit him. Had she just been messing with him the entire time? Did she think he was a fool? Was it fun for her to act like a stupid, insane woman just to confuse him. He glared at her, gritting his teeth together. "If this is some kind of act, I'm going to make you pay." She really would get to know what it would feel like to get her eyeballs torn out if she was screwing with him. The workers were at the ends of the room. There was a plastic, yet sturdy looking, spoon on the end table next to the couch. He could use that. He'd have enough time before the workers got to him. Of course, right now he wasn't entirely thinking about the consequences of what they would do to him.

When she spoke her apology, something in him sort of shifted, bringing a twisting feeling to his gut. He looked at her eyes. She wasn't faking it. She could keep her eyes. Actually, he almost felt bad for thinking about taking them. "Don't cry..." He was still glaring at her, unable to figure out how his face should look when trying to console someone. He'd never bothered to try before. He should just stop. That seemed like a good idea. No one needed his consoling. No one needed him. Alone forever and better that way was his motto. "And don't lie to me. I've already forgiven your stupidity. I'm not beautiful. I'm more like the ugly, scary shadow in the ally waiting to shiv you when you least expect it." He smirked, trying not to laugh at the strange sounding truth. He didn't actually intend on hurting her anymore, but he really couldn't trust himself. He still might. With all of the tested medication swirling around inside of him, he was unable to make his emotions clear to himself. For all he knew, the not wanting to hurt her could have been the drugs. Maybe if he was feeling normal he'd have already harmed her by now.

"It was caused by mean people." This whole thing was just getting stranger and stranger. Perhaps he just needed to scare her away in another way. He had a situation going on here that made others want to avoid him so they wouldn't feel like they needed to get involved. He leaned back on the couch and lifted up his shirt, letting her see all of the blood soaked bandages. There wasn't any good logic to this, but he was doing it anyways. "See. They hurt me. They tell everyone I do it to myself, but they like to carve deep into me, Aria." He looked at her with an evil grin. "Do they cut you up too?" He put his shirt down, cringing a little as he slipped back into bad posture. He had almost forgotten how badly it hurt, being distracted by her stupidity.

"Who cares why." He was past the point of explaining things to her, and this possibly not-joke was getting old.

An eyebrow couldn't help but raise up. "You'd prefer not? It's not what you prefer. It's what I prefer. I'M IN CONTROL!" He started to raise his voice before reaching over, almost about to slap her again. His hand stopped in the air before it could get to her face. Almost as if caught by something, he stared at her blankly, not moving. It looked like he had been frozen.

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[aria] tick tock Sept 4, 2015 14:25:55 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Sept 4, 2015 14:25:55 GMT

feel the light

shining in the dark of the night

Cannibalism? Wasn’t that where people ate other people? She must’ve misheard him or he was meaning something else. Like how to open cans or maybe it was the official way to say basketball, because a ball went into a can, so can-i-ball-ism. That made sense… more than him majoring in eating people. Because that made no sense. Why would he have to go to school for that? “Oh cool. Maybe one day I could major in cannibalism too.” She didn’t seem to understand that he was messing with her, and she preferred for it to stay that way.

Aria’s eyes widened and she looked at the clock with fear. And it wasn’t fake at all, she really thought she called the clock fat. She never wanted anyone to think she was being mean to them, even if they were a clock. That’s what she got for just going about things willy-nilly and not actually knowing how to speak the language. She could’ve been cursing or said something even worse to the clocks and not even know it. No. She was going to learn and she was going to apologize to the clock. Hopefully this guy would teach her, and if not she would find a teacher to teach her the language of the clocks. “Oh my god. I am so sorry!” She was nearly shouting trying to hold back tears knowing she had just been really mean to the clock she just met. “How do I say I’m sorry? Would you tell it for me? Do clocks have genders? Is that one a he or she or neither?” Now she was worried she offended the clock by calling it an ‘it’.

She wasn’t being confusing. She thought she was being clear and playing along with his joke. But she didn’t mean to be confusing. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I don’t mean to confuse you… what did I confuse you over? Then I could clear up what I meant.”

But then he thought it was all some kind of act. But she wasn’t acting. Maybe he really meant that she was fake. No. There would be no reason to be mean like that to someone he just met. He was probably just lost somehow. Like how she was lost that he thought she was just playing around and acting with him. Maybe he thought she really was a jerk for assuming that others had told him that he was ugly. Oh bother. What had she done wrong? Whatever it was, she was going to clear up this misunderstanding and make sure this guy knew that she was just being nice and not playing around with him. “It’s not. I promise.”

Oh, he seemed to not be happy that she was crying, but she couldn’t help it. Why couldn’t she stop? She felt so bad for upsetting him and wanted him to be happy, yet the crying made him unhappy. It was like her feeling bad for making him feel bad made him feel bad, and therefore made her feel worse because she was upset about making him feel bad. It was a never ending cycle. “Wh-What does shiv mean?” Yeah, she didn’t know, and maybe asking him questions would make him feel more important and therefore not bad any more. “I really do think you’re beautiful.”

Wendy’s eyes opened wide when he showed his stomach and his bandages. What was going on? Why were people being so mean to him? He seemed so nice. She wasn’t going to stand for it. “No they don’t. But I won’t let them do that to you anymore. Once the nurses come back I’ll make them stop. They like me. They’ll listen, probably. And if not, then I have a friend who is getting me out of here. He can also help you get out and away from the mean people.” Yes. She was sure that Neal would help him out too if she explained everything to him. He would understand that she couldn’t leave such a nice man where he would get cut up.

“I do? I mean, do you know someone who’s eyes have been carved out? Maybe you could ask them instead?” She kind of liked her eyes and preferred to keep them, but someone who already had it happen, probably wouldn’t mind it happening a second time as long as he returned their eyes after he was done.

She flinched when he raised his hand again, but it never connected with her. Maybe he decided that they wouldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. After all, he was apparently in control and she had no choice. Whatever he wanted, as long as he was happy, she would be alright. Then again, if the whole boyfriend thing made Neal upset, she would want to make Neal happier more, and might have to break his heart if Neal was upset about the relationship here. Not that Neal would ever ‘hit on’ her like this guy was. “I don’t even know your name. Why would you be hitting on me?” She didn’t understand why.

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Sept 9, 2015 23:07:39 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

Aria's answer was completely baffling. Was she serious? There was just no way. Maybe this chick was more fucked up than he had realized. Maybe she was some sort of villain in the Enchanted Forest regardless of the fact that she looked like just an ordinary girl here. Maybe they were experimenting on her too, and she just didn't realize that they were making her insane. It was possible that she ate people in her real life story. Maybe she was related to that blink which that had been eating children with a house made of candy. Personally, Murmur had no desire to actually eat people, but he wouldn't really have anything against someone who actually did. Aria had to of been some kind of villain. That, or she was just messing with him and making him seem more insane than she actually was. It was so hard to tell with this woman. "Maybe I can give you some recipes I learned there sometime."

Now she was... apologizing to the clock. Right. Okay. "Clocks don't have genders. And no, I will not. Clocks don't appreciate when people have others apologize for them. It goes against their religion. It's even worse than the initial insult." He glared at her, forcing a fake one out. Messing with her was just too easy. Apparently she would believe anything. "God. Do you know nothing?"

"Stop apologizing, and don't call me sir. Unless you'd prefer your highness, stick to my name." He was kidding, obviously. His name was good enough. The only other actual acceptable term would have been his nickname back in the Enchanted Forest. However, that name was dead in this land. No one even knew who he was. It wasn't like he was the most known villain in all the land in the past, but at least people knew enough to fear him. They cowered before him rather than making friendly, but crazy and stupid, conversations like this girl. He twitched once, unable to control the twitching thanks to those bastards injecting him so often.

"You think just because you claim you're not acting, I'm supposed to believe you?" He sighed, unsure of what he had gotten himself into by responding to this woman in the first place. This had probably been the longest conversation he'd had with anyone aside from himself in quite some time. The whole thing was just nuts. "Aria, Aria, Aria. You have to prove it."

"You don't know what shiv means?" What did she know? That might have been the shorter answer. He brain was all kinds of scrambled up. She was definitely worse than him. "Yeah worse," he uncontrollably spoke out loud. He looked at her, a sharp ping of hatred in his eyes. "Shiv is what I'm going to do to you if you don't stop calling me beautiful." He really was starting to feel he might have already if he had something close to shiv her with. "Beautiful is reserved for pretty women like you. Symmetrical with long perfect hair. Full lips. It makes me sick." He twitched, grabbing onto the material of his pant's leg tightly. "Sick... Sick..." He tried to regain control of himself. "Don't lump me in with bright souls like your own." Well, that was assuming she didn't actually eat people in her real, forgotten life. If she was a villain there, they really made her quite pathetic here. "Don't make the mistake of calling me that again if you value getting to suck in oxygen like you do, leech."

"Heh. You really think they'll listen to you just because they like you?" Aria really didn't understand how the world worked. He was about to make another comment, but then he thought about how she said her friend was busting her out. Hitching a ride with them would have been worth his while, but it was doubtful it would work. "They'll probably just kill your friend... But, hey, if he wants to risk his life for two instead of just one, I'll be glad to hop on that escape train." He smirked. She was probably just making up the friend she spoke of anyways. Being in a place like this surrounded by all types of crazies, he didn't doubt that she might have had imaginary friends in which she believed to be real. His shoulders twitched, and he rolled them back, trying to gain his posture once more. His body was spazzing out too much. "Damn it!" Why wouldn't it listen to him?

Murmur tilted his head to the side. "Yeah, I know plenty who have had that happen to them. I took their eyes out myself." He might have used the vibration of sound to try and do it, but Murmur found it to go much more smoothly with a knife involved. It was more fun that way. It made such a delightful sound. It was almost as nice as the screams of his victims.

"Hitting on you? Are you kidding me?!" He put his hand down, know really weirded out by the impression it apparently gave her. She was really taking all the fun out of that. He couldn't even comprehend this woman's mind. "Yeah, because I just want to drag you into my room and make a baby with your crazy ass all night long. That is exactly why I hit you. What is wrong with you?" He twitched. "My name is Murmur, you would do best to remember that."

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feel the light

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Recipes? Oh, that definitely meant it wasn’t basketball, but it meant opening cans of stuff, and dumping it together. Like, she could make a soup with stuff from cans. She wondered what recipes he had. She meant someone who went to college would know amazing recipes, much better than anything she knew, which was nothing. She would probably burn down the kitchen without turning on the stove burners somehow. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying. After all, when Neal finally got her out of here, she would have to make up for it somehow and maybe these cannibal recipes would help her out. “Oh,” Aria said pleasantly surprised at his response, “That sounds amazing! Maybe I can try out some recipes.” She wondered if there was something savory and something sweet and maybe something sour and, oh, she was getting excited thinking of the things a college student would know how to make. Oh! Did that make him a chef? That was so cool. She knew a chef. She hadn’t met a chef before. This was so cool! Maybe he could cook for her at some point! That would be amazing! She’d never had anything made by a real chef before. She couldn’t even convey just how happy she was now that she understood what his major really meant.

Aria was almost in tears now. She was so sorry. She didn’t want to hurt the clock, and she was being so rude to it. She needed to learn. She needed to be able to not be mean to this clock, or any clock ever again, especially since she didn’t mean to. She closed her eyes tightly, a tear falling down her cheek before she opened her eyes once more with a determined look in her eyes. “I know absolutely nothing. Please… Please teach me! I want to be nice. I want to be nice to the clocks. Please, just let me know how to.” She was going to learn, she was sure, but if he wouldn’t teach her, she would find someone who did. Maybe Oscar or Arnold knew how to speak to clocks. Arnold would surely teach her.

Damn it. She was making him angry again. How was she going to fix this? The first step was to call him by his name. Or your highness. What did that even mean? Wasn’t that what royalty was called? Oh no. He was royalty. Like a king of some sort. But why would he be here? In Maine? What if… someone kidnapped him, and they were hurting him and making him crazy so they could keep him while his brother or uncle took over the kingdom and, oh no. That was terrible. She had to help the country get their true king back! “Yes, your highness.” She bowed her head, because that was what one was supposed to do to royalty. She knew his secret and she would keep it. She would keep him safe from others knowing his true identity and trying to kill him or something for the honor of killing a king. She wondered what country he was king of… or prince of. Probably some really cool country.

Prove it? She wondered how she could prove it. Because it was the truth. And she wanted him to believe that too. Because that was what she tried the hardest to do in life, please everyone she possibly could. “I… don’t know how. Tell me how and I will, I promise I’m not pretending. I pretend sometimes to be someone else, but that’s just to have fun. Like once I pretended I was a princess, stuck in a tower awaiting my prince… but he never came…” Actually it was a bit sad that her prince never came. But that’s because there was no one to be her prince and she would do that in her cell and the only people who came for her were the nurses, and none were ever really male, so none of them could be her prince. Arnold tried once, but because she couldn’t talk to him or see him, she didn’t know, but she thanked him and kissed him on his cheek (apparently she missed and kissed his nose, but still, it was worth the gesture).

“Does shiv mean hug? Because hugs are always fun!” Because why would he do anything else to her? Then again, he did seem mad that she called him beautiful. That was weird. She thought it was a compliment. Okay, she had to steer clear of that, and she logged that into her brain easily. “Oh. Okay. I won’t ever do it again, then.” But it still made her feel happy because in all of that he called her beautiful. Even if he paired it with being sick. “Do you need medicine? If you feel sick, I’m sure I could get you whatever you need to help.”

“Of course! They always do.” Aria was good friends with one of the nurses and she would totally be able to get them to do something about it. And if not, she still had the option of Neal getting her out and she would be able to get the king out of the asylum and back to where he belonged. “Why would they kill him?” Now she was getting worried that Neal might get in trouble getting her out of here. She wished she could yell and him hear her. If she could, she would tell him to stop it, and not worry about it. That she would be willing to stay here for now, and sneak out occasionally, so that he wouldn’t get hurt. Oh, it would be so sad if Neal got hurt. Because if Neal got hurt… then she wouldn’t have Neal. She would have no one. No one to even think about because it would be her fault he was hurt. No. She would stay here forever and never sneak out if that meant that Neal would remain okay. “If… If he gets hurt…” Oh now she was getting sad again. “No. No. He’ll be okay.” That was the only way she could make herself not feel panicked because she could do nothing to stop him right now. “And you’ll see. I’m sure he’ll help you out too.”

“Oh okay, see you could ask them! Then I can keep my eyes, and we both can know how it feels. Hopefully it didn’t hurt too much for them. That would be bad to have done that to someone and have it hurt them a lot.” While Aria thought it would hurt a lot, maybe she was wrong, and it was very delightful to have your eyes carved out. Maybe… Maybe if their eyes were carved out, they could see whatever their eyes could see and if someone left an eye somewhere they could spy on someone, like the perfect spy! No. Aria, that’s silly. She knew that there was some sort of connection between the eye and the body that made it so they could see. So carved eyes would mean blindness. But, blindness could be good at the same time, it would heighten the other senses. Maybe that was why he carved their eyes out. So their other senses could be heightened, and they needed someone to take care of their eyes. Oh, he was so nice to do that for them.

“Well, the doctor’s say I’m crazy, so I guess that’s something that is wrong with me,” Aria mused. However, she did not pick up his sarcasm at all. And now she thought even more that he was hitting on her. “Well… uhm… I don’t want to have a baby. Not here, not right now. Maybe… sometime later in the future when I’m out of here. So… I’m going to have to decline… your…uhm…. offer.” Hopefully that wouldn’t make him angry.

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Sept 16, 2015 23:15:55 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

Never in his long life, not even in the Enchanted Forest, had he ever met a woman life this one, wanting to try out recipes containing the meat of actual human beings. He really could not grasp her way of thinking. Maybe it wasn't quite cannibalism to her in her other life. Maybe she hadn't been human at all so it just would have been normal feeding. Maybe she was even part of that practically wiped out race with the giants who supposedly ate people. There were so many possibilities, and he couldn't even begin to figure out which one of them would have been correct. "Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes at her with a look of disgust. Though, honestly, he wasn't really disgusted by any of it. He probably should have been, but it wasn't like he was completely right in his head. If she wanted to eat people, why did it matter? It was just like how he wanted more than anything when he was younger to practice sound magic though it was frowned upon for him. They had similarities. No normal human beings might have paired those two together, but again, it wasn't like he was quite right in the head. He rolled his eyes. Why not just continue with this? It was almost... fun. "Yeah. I can give you the one of my famous human parmesan."

It looked like she was going to bust out in tears any minute now. Murmur wasn't sure why he was just so damn good at making people cry. He really didn't care all that much, he was just thankful for the talent in most cases. He twitched with his neck, and then did his best to straighten back out. He didn't get why this was making her so upset. It was just a stupid inanimate object. How did she not realize he was messing with her? "Stupid, stupid girl!" He twitched, exclaiming on the side, unable to keep the words in. A tear actually fell down her cheek and he groaned. "So, so weak... Weakling..." She was practically pleading with him. Stupid girl. He wasn't going to be able to help her learn a language that didn't exist, and he certainly wasn't going to fake it. Still, he could at least screw with her brain some more here. "If I teach you, how are you going to pay me for my lessons? Teachers get paid, don't they?" He smirked. She was so dumb, she'd probably try to offer up those little green papers, which Murmur found to be completely useless. He had no interest in gaining this world's currency when they were all hopefully going to get to go home one day. The green paper wasn't going to matter out there. He saw nurses and doctors with it all the time here, and he just rolled his eyes at their ignorance.

Your highness. "That was a joke." He couldn't believe she actually went as far as to call him that. She really didn't understand anything, did she? Where was her common sense? This wasn't just crazy, this was her mother must have dropped her on her head. A joke like that should have been easy to catch. Why did she take everything so literally? He could probably get away with telling this girl anything, and she'd believe him. Maybe that would come in handy one day. Maybe he could get her to do something crazy, like steal keys from the head doctor. Well, that would have been dumb. She'd probably get caught. She didn't exactly come off as being all that stealthy. "No, not stealthy at all... Not at all..."

"Tell you how to prove it? Why do I have to do everything? Can you take no responsibility for yourself?" He let out a loud sigh. "Playing Princess... Waiting for a prince. Why don't you go out and get your own prince? Girls like you are so stupid. Always waiting around for fairy tail endings. Also, why not pick the black knight for once? Shake something up. Princes aren't all that amazing. They're just little weaklings hiding behind tough armor and daddy's wealth." It was disgusting. She really needed to grow up from her little girl mind-set if she thought a prince was coming for her, even in her pretend world. "How about you not pretend to be someone else? Just enjoy your weird, crazy, cannibalistic self, and forget the fake world." Truthfully, sometimes he slipped into fake realities that he wished were real, but in a place like this, it was almost impossible not to. When they were forcing sharp objects into his flesh, it was either zone out of feel the hurt. His weird advice was much more easier said then done. "Girls like you are so ungreatful. Slipping into fantasy worlds... Just enjoy what you have, Aria." He spoke angerly. His words echoed knives plunging in.

"No, shiv means stab. I'm going to stab you if you don't stop calling me beautiful." He rolled his eyes. How could anyone not know such a simple, wonderful term? "And good." Finally, she was going to stop with that horrible, false word. He really wished they let him paint the hell out of his face here like he did back home. Then no one would be calling him that. He'd paint his insides all over his outside, and they would all see him for what he really was. There would be no false assumptions. There would be no one mistaking him for beautiful. "I don't need medicine, but I'm sure you do." He smirked. "Yes, yes, you do." He shook his head. "No, medicine is what got you here." He smirked. "Just get the sick out. Get it out. Get away? Away? No, out. No. Away. Out. A-" He shook his head, trying to snap out of a train of thought even he, himself, wasn't comprehending. "Oh, Murmur," he sang, drawing out the m at the end. "It's time to take your medic- No! You take that vile and shove it in to your own, god damn filthy, vile fucking neck!" He coughed and twitched. "Stop it, stop it!" Then his facial expression went blank after almost being in a panic. He looked at Aria. "Sorry." That last time, he was actually speaking to her.

"Yeah, well see about your friend." He smirked. He was sure they'd kill anyone who tried to break out a villain, but he wasn't going to tell her that. If her friend had more brains then she had herself, and actually existed, he wasn't going to ruin the possibility of having a way to get out. However, he was still in disbelief anyone was coming for her. This was probably another one of her pretend games like the one where she was waiting for her prince. Yeah. Pretend. No one was coming for her. She was stuck here just like she was. "You're never getting out of here." She had to know. He had to break down her fantasy world. For some reason, he just couldn't help himself. He just couldn't let her have her glimmer of hope. His brain wasn't letting him keep it inside. Sometimes he wondered why he had to be so cruel, but other times he had no idea he was even being cruel in the first place. It was a weird process, but at least he wasn't going off on her about how delusional she was about the whole thing. He simply made a comment about it. Hopefully, he was going to be able to leave it at that. For some reason, however, he was doubting that.

Murmur shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of like watching other people suffer." He smiled at her. "Are you sure? Asking you seems like the better decision. Your eyes are pretty. They'd look excellent in a pile of blood on the ground." He was screwing with her, but at the same time, he was a little serious. "What do you need your eyes for anyways?" He knew the uses of eyes. He wasn't dumb, but he was curious to find out how she was going to respond to what he had to say. If nothing else got to her, this was going to. He was being way too direct about wanting to physically harm her for nothing to go through her brain. If she had even the tiniest shred of a danger radar inside of her, surely this would make it light up and flash.

"Obviously." He rolled his eyes, one twitching again when they locked back onto her. Aria was really too much. "You really think I would want to have a baby with someone like you? Do you know how stupid something spawned from you would come out? It would probably have all kind of problems. It might even have four heads and one eye. You have a pretty face, but you should never reproduce. Family life isn't appealing anyways, so I really don't think it's something you should aspire for. Kids are demanding. No freedom. Why would you think I'd want to give up my freedom? Stupid girl."

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[aria] tick tock Sept 23, 2015 15:52:23 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Sept 23, 2015 15:52:23 GMT

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Aria laughed innocently when Murmur asked who she was. She already told him, didn’t she? He must have forgot. Maybe that was why he was in here; he had short term memory loss or something like that. Why else would he not remember? He was weird, Aria had to give him that, but who was she to judge who was weird and who was just normal? It wasn’t her place for judging that. “I’m Aria. I told you that already. That’s my name. Who I am is a girl who was locked up in this hospital because the doctor’s think I’m crazy after spending so many years locked up in a basement because of this guy. He wasn’t a bad guy, but I didn’t like it there, either way.” Because the thing with Wendy was she was strong, and while she might have liked Neverland, she didn’t want to stay there. The only person Wendy truly, truly liked there was Baelfire. And Aria was just like Wendy in all regards. She was a strong person, a strong person who had been attacked mentally so often that even the strongest person, which she was not, would have broken.

Human parmesan? That was a weird name for a recipe. However, she didn’t think any more of it. It didn’t even occur to her that a recipe like that would involve human flesh, because Eggs Benedict didn’t contain a guy named Benedict. And French toast didn’t contain a French person. That much she did know all on her own, partly because she couldn’t even fathom the fact that people might eat other people. Then again, it did have its own sort of sense. Because people were meat. But Aria didn’t think of that, again. “Oh that sounds delicious! What does it have in it? Does it have those cute little bowtie pastas?” She liked the little bowtie pasta. They were just so cute and tasty and felt good in her mouth, that texture.

When he called her weak, she frowned and forced all other tears back. No. She wasn’t weak. She couldn’t be weak. She had to be strong. She promised Neal that she would be strong. Well, he said he would teach her how to be strong. But she had to be strong for Neal so he wouldn’t feel like he would have to die for her. Because she could bear that. And while she wanted to make Murmur happy, to her, making Neal proud was more important. If it was possible for both, then she would be happy, but right now she didn’t know how to do both. Maybe as time went on she would understand and learn how exactly to do that. “I am not weak.” She had whispered. “I am not weak.” She repeated raising her voice slightly. “I-I am stupid. I know that. I don’t know so many things, I don’t know how to be an adult. I don’t know how to… how to ride a bicycle. I don’t know how the world works out there.” She pointed to one of the walls that led to the outside. “But that… that… doesn’t mean I’m weak. Tears…” She sniffled and closed her eyes for a moment trying to keep the tears away again. “Aren’t… aren’t weakness. Tears… tears mean you care. And caring… caring means you’re human. Caring means… others like you. Caring means others will help you. Caring means you won’t be alone. Caring means... That you’re strong because if you need help, because… because no one is perfect, there will be others who want to help you.” And then she cringed away from him, thinking he would hit her or yell at her and be unhappy with her. Because, regardless of what she had just said, she was afraid of him. And she wished she hadn’t said anything and just let it drop. But her mouth spoke before she could really think things through. She quickly looked away and let tears fall. All she wanted was to make the clock happy. And… and because she had offended it she was sad. Why was that a bad thing?

“Pay you?” What he had last said struck her as she had been turned away, and she bit her lower lip. She didn’t have money though. She wasn’t sure if this would work then. People were paid with money, right? Maybe she could offer a trade. Hopefully, she had offended him enough to make it so he wouldn’t teach her. Because, like she said, she cared, and she wanted to make the clock happy. “What would you want? I don’t… have any money.” No one really did, not here in the asylum. There was the occasional coin that Oscar had because Arnold stole a coin from someone at some point, but they were taken up pretty quickly. Maybe she could ask Arnold to get her coins to pay him with if he wanted money.

Right. A joke. That’s exactly what a king who didn’t want to be discovered would tell her. No, she knew better. She would help him get back to his country. There were cameras around, so they couldn’t discuss it, not here. Not until they got out and no one was watching, and even then it would be sketchy. They would have to be careful. Maybe they would never be able to discuss it, but they didn’t need to. She understood. She knew his secret and would keep it no matter what. Neal would probably be the only one she would even think to tell. Because she trusted him. Sure, she had just met him on the docks and he had offered her a boat ride, but none of that was weird. He trusted her, he thought she was named Wendy, and maybe he was right. But either way, Wendy trusted Neal too, from what she could tell from the way Neal talked about Wendy. It was weird, thinking about Wendy. About how when she thought of Wendy, she could be thinking of herself. “Oh yeah, of course it was a joke.” She quickly leaned closer and whispered to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Then she moved away and let out a girlish laugh. “It was a really funny joke.” She wasn’t doing a good job at masking it. And she was angry at herself suddenly for sounding like an idiot and others might look at her and know that she was just pretending. No, she had to get better, for the sake of the king.

Aria looked down and bit her lower lip. There was a reason she liked to pretend. She didn’t have anything in this world. And it was sad. She had no one. At least in her imagination, she had others. She could do whatever she wanted. She could make everyone happy. She could see everyone smile. She could actually be happy. “What is there here?” Why should she be happy with living here in the hospital? She could make people smile, but she couldn’t make herself truly smile here. “There’s nothing here, in this place. Nothing for me, anyways.” The way he had spoken to her, it really… hit her. She already knew these things, but she tried so hard not to think about them. “I try to make people smile, because smiling makes me happy, but no matter how much I try… it all feels wrong. I should be happy, just like Oscar is happy. And Arnold. And everyone else here. They seem happy. But I can’t be… and I don’t know why. I just don’t feel like I belong. Here, in this hospital. In this world. It’s just wrong, Murmur. Can you understand that? Imagining a prince coming for me, that’s the only thing I can do to feel like something good is going to happen. Why would a black knight rescue me? I’ve already tried to rescue myself, and I can’t. And I keep trying, I do. But when there is nothing else to do? There’s always hope. There’s hope that maybe the people I’ve made smile out in the world will remember me and want to help me. Unless… I help myself when I can.”

Stab her? Well, that didn’t sound pleasant. Then again, it depended on what was being used to stab her. A sharp thing would hurt. A lot like his wounds under his bandages. But if he tried to stab her with a feather or something, well, that would tickle wouldn’t it? That’s probably what he meant. Sharp things weren’t allowed in here anyways. Aria laughed thinking about Murmur tickling her with a feather. That would be a lot of fun. “Oh, okay! Shiv away. It sounds really fun.” Because Aria trusted that the doctors had taken away anything that could hurt if he stabbed her with it, and she trusted that he didn’t really want to hurt her. She’d done nothing that would make him want to hurt her… right? Well, she did talk back to him. And she would probably lock herself up in her cell later as punishment to herself, because it just seemed ingrained in her brain to do so.

She was never getting out of here? No. She believed in Neal. And right now, he was probably the only person who she believed in more than what anyone would tell her. She wasn’t sure why either, she’d just barely met him. Maybe it was because she really was Wendy and therefore trusted him and cared for him as he obviously did for her. “I am. Neal is coming for me. I know he is. You’ll see. I promise.” There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that Neal would come through for her. And there was no one who could convince her otherwise.

Aria looked at Murmur curiously and tilted her head. Why was he so insistent that it be her eyes? Maybe he just really liked her eyes. But she was sure it would hurt. But he was just curious. That was it. He wanted to know how it felt to have his eyes taken out, but he was too afraid to do it to himself. “Oh, well, I like to see. When its dark, I have a bad time walking around. I tend to run into walls a lot. Especially if its suddenly dark, because my eyes don’t adjust that fast. There’s really no need to take out someone’s eyes if there is someone who can tell you how it feels, anyways, right?” Hopefully he would continue on this insistence to use her as his example, because she didn’t want that. And she would have to outright deny him. After everything she had said already she was already feeling bad for saying anything else that would upset him.

Family was a prison? No, Aria knew he was wrong. There were very few instances like this where she knew someone else was wrong, because she just knew that on this subject she had to be right. But she didn’t want to offend him either. “It doesn’t… matter if the baby would be stupid. All that would matter is that it would be my child. Family… to me, at least, wouldn’t be a prison. It’s love. It’s life. It means you don’t ever have to be alone. It means that you’ll always be loved no matter what. You might have to give up some… freedom, but it wouldn’t be any worse than living here where you don’t have any freedom. But that’s… that’s worth the trade to me, to have someone who will always love you, no matter if they are smart, or dumb, or demanding, or relaxed.” Someone had told her that before. She didn’t remember who. When she thought of her mother here who had locked her up in here, it didn’t seem like the right face to go with the words. Maybe it was her real mother before she was adopted by these parents, before she died, or something. Then again, why would she remember it. Well, whatever, it was obviously didn’t matter enough to really care who exactly had said it.

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[aria] tick tock Sept 24, 2015 23:31:41 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Sept 24, 2015 23:31:41 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

Murmur rolled his eyes at her. She didn't get sarcasm, but he wasn't sure why he had expected her to in the first place. If she didn't understand anything else, why would she even begin to understand the concept of that. He let out a sigh as she continued on, clearly giving him her life story in this land now. However, it was slightly interesting to say the least. He thought she was just bland, but apparently she'd actually gone through something. Something that might have been what actually landed her here. There was always a chance, however, that this was just one of her imaginary stories. It was like she'd created a prince in his mind and pretended he kidnapped her. Why not? There was something seriously wrong with her, and he wouldn't put it past the woman. "I'd label that as a bad guy, ARIA." He put emphasis on her name, making it obvious that he did actually know it. She hadn't needed to retell him. Of course, would doing it after really make all that much of a difference? He supposed not, but it's not like he hadn't been using it for their entire conversation. He'd used it multiple times since he'd learned it. Murmur remembered names. Names were something that helped you when it came to manipulation tactics. Once he had made a man believe that because he knew his name that they had been old friends. It was funny to tell him he'd simply heard someone say it while he was passing as he was ripping out his vocal cords with his bare hands. He giggled out loud, the memory bringing back a warm feeling in his stomach. God, how he would love to do that to some of the bastards torturing him in this place... Oh, right... he was talking to someone. He tried to remember what they were talking about and shook his head before smiling when he remembered. "I suppose he must have been a pretty damn good lover to make you think he's an alright guy." He smirked.

Murmur pretty much just up and slapped himself in the forehead when Wendy asked about the cute little bow tie pastas. Really? Would putting in cute pasta make the slab of human meat in the middle look more appetizing to her? Murmur didn't think it would make a difference, but apparently this woman did. Again, there was a pretty good possibility that she was a villain in her past life. It was that or she had no idea in god's name what they were talking about. Murmur let out a deep sigh as his hand dragged down his face. "Aria..." He took a deep breath. "Can you tell me the definition of a cannibal?" This was how he was going to find out. It made the most sense to just upright ask her now seeing as he had no idea if he was even messing with her like he had originally wanted or not. Everything with this girl, absolutely everything, was just downright confusing him. It felt like he was beginning to get a headache, which around her, probably wasn't that hard for anyone to attain.

Then she proclaimed, in a slightly more dominating voice then she had possessed before, that she wasn't weak. Noticing the change in anyone's voice, no matter how small, was something Murmur never missed. Her emotions were changing. Maybe he really was getting under her skin after all. Maybe he didn't have to stop messing with her since his tactics seemed to be working in some way. He calmed his thoughts on the subject long enough to hear the rest of what she had to say. Murmur had to keep himself from chuckling when she called herself stupid to make sure he didn't miss the rest of it. The rest of what she had to say however, sort of made him smile for some unknown reason. "It's better to be alone then to rely on others. Other do, in fact make you weak. They break you and step all over you if you let them in. Just because you show them kindness and tend to care about them doesn't mean they'll return the favor. They'll play you, and slam you with everything they've got once you're vulnerable enough. Yes, caring does make you weak, Aria. People make you weak. You're pathetic if you see it any other way. They're all just waiting for the right moment where they can strip all of the humanity out of you." He laughed a little bit, thinking about his own life experiences and everything other people had put him through. "Don't cry, Aria." The corner of his mouth turned downward. "I don't know how to ride a bike either." Truthfully, he really did believe that if people would just stop relying on others, the human race might just grow a little bit stronger. Right now, it was just completely full of weaklings who thought sharing was caring. It was gross to say the least.

"Money?" Murmur shook his head. "I don't want your money. Money is going to be useless once we all go home." He thought about it. If he really wanted anything, he could probably get her to get it for him just by asking. She was definitely dumb enough to take advantage of. Why was this world dominated by pieces of paper anyways? Hadn't they ever thought about how jewels and gold seemed much more rewarding to own. Not only could you use it as a bargaining tool, but a lot of people had taken it upon them to wear their money. Here, when they decided to wear their money, it was by stamping little names all of their clothing. It didn't make any sense. Why the hell would anyone pay for a name? If they weren't The Dark One, what use did they have for them?

Then an idea dawned on him, and a smile came to his face. "I'll tell you what. If I teach you to speak to the clocks, you can repay me by coming back for me if you ever get out of here." He knew it was a dumb request, but it wasn't like he had anything to loose. The girl wasn't getting out of here with her made up friend, so there was no point in wasting his time, yet here he was. Wasting it away on something he already knew was dumb. Besides, if she did get out, it was not likely her friend would let her go back for anything or anyone. She obviously the type who needs looking out for when it comes to explaining things. His eye twitched, and he started pulling at the bottom of his shirt. In his mind, he felt like it wasn't all the way down to cover his stomach, even if it was. His shirt felt like it just wasn't long enough, regardless of the fact that it was longer then it needed to even be. "How does that sound?" He looked down at his shirt as he continued to tug on it.

He wasn't sure if she was actually understanding the fact that it was a joke or if she was actually just telling him that she thought it was. There was something about her tone that struck him as odd. "Yes, a joke." He raised an eyebrow, studying her face as he tried to figure it out. "You do understand that I'm not joking when I say it's a joke, right?" Again, here she went again, getting him all confused. This was definitely her talent, as annoying as it was. If she thought Murmur could be royalty of any kind, then she was more delusional then he had originally assumed. It wasn't like he was the princely type. He wasn't charming in the least bit, and he would never be anything close. He was going to be royal one day when he took that bitchy evil queen for all she had, but he still had no intention of giving himself any title then the one he already possessed. He couldn't wait for that day. He couldn't wait until he had his magic back and could continue with his plan to destroy Regina from the inside out. He wasn't to get inside of that spoiled little brain of hers and rip it apart. He didn't just want to, he was going to. If it happened to be the last thing he did, he was taking that Queen down. Everything she possessed would soon belong to him. If he had away to steal her magic, he'd take that too. He wouldn't use it of course, because he much preferred his own sound magic to anything else, but just knowing he took it would be the part that actually mattered to him. He laughed out loud, happy thinking about the future he was going to bring for himself once they were all free of this stupid curse. His expression quickly changed to a frown. He was still very angry at himself for not finding out about her plan before she had gone through with it. It was a funny prank, to say the least, but he would have much preferred it not to happen. It was really putting a damper in his own wants.

"It's not what's in here, Aria." He shook his head. "It's what's out there..." He pointed to the window. "And it's what's all around us. Creatures of different sorts that are all supposed to be someone else. Haven't you figured it out just by hearing some of the stories the others have to offer in here? We're cursed. You're not even who you think you are. You're not Aria. And these stupid men you speak of, they're not who they think they are either. Arnold is not Arnold. Oscar is not Oscar. You're not Aria. The sooner you wake up and get it through your head, the sooner you will realize that there is a chance that you're not even crazy. Who knows what you were in your other life. Your real life." He let out a sigh. Murmur was in disbelief he was even going to be bothering finishing with all of this. "There are no princes. There are no knights. All you have is you. So, yeah, you need to rescue you. Break yourself out of this fake life. Out of these fake memories. Get yourself out of this damn building. No one is coming for you. You're alone. Wake up and save yourself." He had no idea why he was bothering even giving her this response. What did he care if she rescued herself or sat in here rotting for the rest of her life while she waited for someone who was never going to come? He didn't. She could die in here believing a lie for all he really cared. Murmur was probably just bored. Oddly enough, this had been the first real conversation he'd been in here. Usually people would be screaming by now out of insanity or off of something he'd said or tried. Of course, those conversations were always pretty exciting as well, but at least this one was lasting longer. As strange and confusing as she was, he apparently didn't mind being stuck in this conversation. If he had, he probably would have walked away already. Instead, here he was, in constant wonder of what her reactions were going to be to just about everything he said to her. At least she could keep up without completely blanking out and going into some sort of frenzy. He'd been known to do that himself, but today he almost seemed a little bit better than usual.

Murmur raised an eyebrow at her. "Shiv... away? You actually want me to stab you?" Maybe she was just suicidal. Then again, it wasn't like she wanted him to take out her eyeballs or anything. Unless, of course, she simply just cared about the way that she died. Maybe stabbing was a pleasing way to go in her head. "Would you feel better if I did?" If she wanted to stop fighting and leave this world, there were plenty of ways to do it. She could strangle herself with the blankets on bed. One day, after one of the so called treatments Murmur had gone through, he'd tried to do that. Now they didn't let him have any blankets. With the new issues of always being cold now, he was really inconvenienced. He tried to explain that he had way too much left to do in his own world, the Enchanted Forest, to try and kill himself while not under the influence, but those jerks didn't care to listen. Why should they anyways? He was just another insane person like Regina had probably explained to them. He wondered often if she somehow found out about his plan. He really needed the element of surprise, so he hoped this was all just a coincidence. He'd seen other guards of hers from the past world in here, so there was definitely a chance of that. Of course, if she only thought that of him, what was with all the experiments? Why would she care if one of her guards remembered the other world if they were locked up? It shouldn't have mattered. Unless she figured it out by him throwing his name around so many times. He'd been pretty well known by his alias in the forest though, so he doubted that was the problem here. The entire thing was throwing him through loops of confusion.

"Yeah, sure." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "This Neal is coming." He doubted she would even notice his sarcasm. It's not like she did any other time, so this probably wouldn't have been any different. "Where do you even know this man from if you're stuck in here?" He raised in eyebrow in actual curiosity to how she was going to answer. He wondered if she was even going to have an answer for him. For all he knew, however, it could have been someone the queen had falsely thrown into her memories. She threw people that didn't exist into the backstories of those in Storybrooke all the time. It wouldn't be put past her.

"I don't think you understand. I want you to experience what it would be like to have them taken out." He smiled at her, resting his elbow on the couch and his cheek in his hand. "I want to know what you sound like when you scream." He laughed, looking back over at her and shrugging.

"Love doesn't exist. Families are just lies." How did she not see that? "If family is so important, where is yours? Why would they leave you in here?" If she'd been kidnapped or whatever she had said she was, they would have heard about it by now. They would have come for her here. Of course, if Regina had made them up in her life, they wouldn't actually exist, so that wasn't a possibility. Either way, family was useless.

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[aria] tick tock Oct 8, 2015 3:55:52 GMT

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Post by Aria Johnson on Oct 8, 2015 3:55:52 GMT

feel the light

shining in the dark of the night

Hey! He used her name! That meant that he would probably remember it in the future in case he ever wondered who she was again. He would just have to remember to use her name more and more and soon it would stick in his head so he wouldn’t ever have to worry about who she was again. She kind of felt bad, because it seemed like he had short term memory loss, because otherwise he wouldn’t have had to ask who she was, he would’ve just remembered since she already introduced herself.

But he also seemed like he didn’t quite understand the guy who had kidnapped her and locked her in his basement so she couldn’t escape and wouldn’t let her out very often and when she was let out she was under nearly constant supervision. He wasn’t a bad guy, and Aria would stand by that. She would never say that her captor was a bad person, because really he wasn’t. He was a kind man who was just flawed in the fact that he kept her locked up. That was the worst part, and really it was the only part she didn’t like. But Murmur insinuated that the guy did some stuff that was not… nice to her other than locking her up. She hadn’t done anything like that, and the guy never did anyone but lock her up without her agreeing. “He wasn’t my lover, silly. He just locked me up in his basement. He was a nice guy though, he fed me and made sure I was happy other than being locked up.”

Aria tilted her head. He probably just forgot what a cannibal was because of his memory loss, and he probably felt embarrassed to ask, so he asked her if she knew. And she had convinced herself she knew what a cannibal was, because when her mind went wild usually she settled on a conclusion that was usually not right. “Uh, food you make out of canned food, of course. I bet some mixed veggies and potatoes and canned chicken…” Aria looked up as if imagining all of the food and licking her lips of all the things this chef could teach her how to make.

She frowned when he went on about how caring made her weak. He made sense, but she knew he was wrong. She didn’t know why. He was wrong. He was wrong. But how could she convince him? She didn’t even know why he was wrong. “I… but…” She thought for a moment longer. “Not everyone is bad… and if even just one person helps you… when… when you can’t be the best in something... then it’s all worth it.” She really hoped Neal would be proud if he saw her right now. She really hoped this was what strong meant. Aria assured herself that she was being strong, standing up for herself, even when she wasn’t sure why, but she was sure she was right.

“Go home?” TO HIS HOME COUNTRY! She was right. Internally she did a little dance and was probably the happiest person in the world at this point. His highness was trying to hide it, but she knew, she knew his secret. “Okay!” Aria said with a nod, “You have a deal, Murmur! I’ll come back for you.” Aria laughed as he asked to make sure the joke was truly a joke. “Of course, your highness.” She bowed slightly to him.

“I am not alone. I won’t ever be alone, because unlike you… I believe in people. This other life… I know… someone else who knows about it. Neal. He said that I’m not who I think I am.” And two people would make it true, Aria supposed. She was Wendy. “He remembers a different me. But… You’re saying it’s the same for everyone? How do you know? Do you remember the other world we lived in?”

“Probably not better, but if it makes you happy, it’ll make me happy.” Aria really wanted to make him happy, and Neal wouldn’t be upset with her for letting him ‘shiv’ her a bit, she was sure. Probably. Maybe.

“I escaped once, and I met him. He knows me from the past, the past we forgot…” Aria trailed off thinking about how Murmur had said that they were not in this world, they had fake memories and it was all seeming more real.

“If that’s all, I can scream for you,” Aria said with a cheery smile taking a deep breath and yelling as loudly as she could.

“You’re… right… But… Neal is my family. Blood doesn’t matter. Only that you care about someone, that you want to make them happy. Otherwise, what is the point of living?”

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[aria] tick tock Oct 8, 2015 4:24:18 GMT

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Post by Murmur Reeve on Oct 8, 2015 4:24:18 GMT

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

Murmur smirked and shook his head. "You're telling me a man locked up you just to feed you?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "And nothing else?" She had to be kidding him. This was an absolutely insane scenario. What kind of man did something like that without actually wanting something out of the woman. "He had to of least been watching you... perverted-ly. You had to change at some time." His mouth tilted down to the side. There was something else going on, he was certain. She just hadn't seen it. Maybe he was simply demanding love out of her. Murmur might have done something like that if everyone he'd ever met hadn't been a huge waste of space. "Maybe he was one of those bathroom creeps." He laughed darkly, though he thought it was a rather disgusting habit some humans seemed to have.

When she began giving her explanation of what a cannibal was in her mind, Murmur slapped himself in the face and let out a loud groan. "You are so stupid." How could anyone mistake eating actual humans for that? "No. It's eating people. P-E-O-P-L-E, Aria. People. Humans. Flesh, skin, their insides."

"No. It's not worth it. It's worth nothing." He glared at her, drumming his fingers against his leg. "Anyone you think you might love, you should probably just kill anyways. Because one day they'll wake up unable to stand the sight of you. People weren't meant to put up with other people."

Murmur rolled his eyes. "Sure you will." His words were clearly sarcastic, something he knew she couldn't understand at this point. It wasn't like he believed her in the least bit, but he kept up with it. Why not? It didn't hurt to keep all of your options open.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course I remember. Twenty-eight years in the hell hole, and I still haven't forgotten. How could I?" He looked over at her. "Besides, who-ever-" Murmur twitched and his whole body shook. He completely lost his train of thought and gave her a confused look, squinting slightly at her as he tried to remember what he had just been trying to say.

"Right, because you care about my happiness, little princess." He looked around, but was unable to spot any objects he might be able to use to shiv her. There were extremely careful about that here, and he hated it. Everything was proofed so it couldn't be used to harm anyone or let anyone harm themselves. He hated how careful they were.

Unexpectedly, she started screaming. Murmur tilted his head to the side and watched her for a moment before reaching across and slamming a hand against her mouth. "That's not the type of screaming I want out of you. Do it the right way, or shut up. You're a disgrace to the sound vibrations in this room that are forced to carry your whimsical, pathetic excuse for a scream." If he could only harm her in some way... He'd show her how beautiful her screams could truly sound.

"Power. That is the point of living. And control." He wanted to say more, but he couldn't think of what he was supposed to be saying. Instead, he just found himself staring at her arm intensely. Then, as though another force took him over, he quickly attempted to snatch it up and bring her arm to his lips. Then, even though he tried to fight it, he bit down hard on it. He was still thinking about making her scream as his teeth attempted to sink as far down as his strength would let him. God, this place was making hims so weak.

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