tampered | Log

When; Today
Rating; PG-13, maybe more for language, etc.
Characters; Open
Summary; Joseph breaks down in room 302, begins freaking out over Walter's arrival
Log; ( Joseph sat on the floor of his room, rocking back and forth. His eyes had huge dark circles below them, and his head was shaking, as though he was shivering, but it was very hot in the room. He felt something wet hit his shoulder, and looked up to see a black shape emerging from the ceiling. "GET OUT!" he wailed, quivering, and watched as the shape ducked back in ever so slightly, then began to spread blood colored veins all around the room. Pain creased through Joseph's head, and he screamed loudly, the noise becoming an agonized wail as the veins began to spread even further through the room.

He was coming back. The room knew it. He knew it. Even if he didn't want to kill him, Joseph was part of Walter, and he felt the nightmares manifesting as migraines, and they were returning stronger than ever. He put his head in his hands and tried to weep, but it was too painful. He had tried so hard, but in the end... There was no escape for Joseph this time, he was going to die. He should have bargained with the cult. He should have given up his revenge and got holy candles. he should have become purified. He should have shot himself in the head while he still had a chance... But now, he would be inside Walter, forever... He knew it, and the room seemed to delight in his despair, the horrible veins spreading more throughout the room. )

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Ears perking, she opened he eyes and looked at the strange man who appeared before her. Breaking off her scan with an visible spark of white light, she frowned. Her scan had shown very little but a giant mass of pain and desperation.
"I am unsure, but he is scared out of his mind in there. If we do not figure out how to release him, I do not know what could happen." Zaheela answered, tail twitching in irritation.

Joseph screamed again, seeing a face jut out of the wall unnaturally. Black blood seemed to fall from the walls and ceiling, coming from no particular source, but there all the same.

"God, make it go away... Make it go away... It's over..."

Zaheela was startled as her ears catch the scream for help, pressing them against her skull once more before she pressed a hand against the door again, more forcefully applying her own magic into delving into the curse, but this time, her aim was not to scan the thing, but to see if she could not calm down whoever was screaming. Slipping through the darkness, she found herself unable see father then a inch or two of her own face, and that only because she herself was glowing against the darkness. In this form, she was nothing more then a spirit, but perhaps a spirit would prove more comforting then nothing.
"Are you here?" She called, praying to whoever was listening wouldn't dismiss her as an illusion.

Joseph felt a definite something, but his mind was in a million places at once- or rather, 21 to be exact. He managed to make a sort of acknowledgment as he lay there, but it came out as a feeble cry.

Tyler arrived at building 11 wearing an undersized hawaiian shirt and leather pants, sweating from the jog there. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he climbed to the third floor and found the room, only to find two people waiting outside like they were paramedics waiting for an OD victim to answer the door.

"Move." He said simply, then kicked down the door.

He had expected the apartment to be a simple boring condo that held a simple boring journalist.

It looked like something out of the Shining.

"Woah." Tyler said, grinning in a very uncomfortable way.

"Journalist boy, where the hell are you?" Tyler said, stepping in and dropping the cigarette, which seemed to absorb into the floor. The walls seemed to lash out at him, and one of the walls nearest to him grew a head, then a torso. The arms seemed to lash out at him.

"Fuck you!" Tyler said, a bit freaked out, then decked the creature in the face, causing it to recede into the wall.

"Joseph? Where the fuck are you?"

Whatever was trapped in that room, was not whole. It seemed like he agony radiated from each wall, and it was a miracle the man had remained sane. Struggling through what felt like molasseses, she struggled to figure out wherever this could could be. When she did find him, however, it was far too apparent how stupid it would be to attempt to move him. She couldn't just LEAVE him, but she couldn't take him with her.

So she did the only thing she could, held him like a child as the darkness seethed around the holy mana she radiated and prayed that someone outside would help them before she was forced to return. Her body would of slumped unconscious outside the door, and she could only pray for help.

Joseph felt something white growing around him, helping him reform. In the inches around him, the blackness dissapated, the rust peeled away, and he felt... somewhat whole, protected by a small white shell.

He was whole. Weak, but whole.

He looked up to see a skinny man standing in the middle of the room, looking rather disgusted by the whole thing.

He let out a weak croak.

Tyler saw the man in the corner, and doing his best to stay away from all the creepy red veins that were making him feel like he was in the middle of a uterus, he grabbed him and ran out of the room. Once outside, he turned to the two people standing there.

"What the FUCK is going on in there? He's out, but I don't think he's getting any better... What the hell is that shit anyway?" Tyler said, setting Joseph down and waving wildly at the room.

Zaheela felt someone, who was rather crass to boot, litterly drag the man out, but she didn't return, she remained, she couldn't leave. He needed help, if she left the darkness would drag him back in again, she stayed.

It hurt...

Feeling useless, Dexter stood in the doorway in awe. He had thought that this Walter was an actual person, and actual persons, he could neutralize.

This, however, was some serious paranormal shit.

"Joseph...what the fuck was that?" he said emotionless, staring blankly into the apartment from the doorway.

"He's unconscious, got me?" Tyler said, looking at Stanley, then at the inert twitching form of Joseph.

Dexter rubbed his eyes.

"Maybe we should get him out of this room..." he said. "My room's just around the corner if you want some place to put him till he wakes up..."

While he really wanted to help Joseph, he wasn't sure he wanted to bring any of that strange stuff into his own apartment.

"I'll take him outside, he can sober up there." Tyler said, picking him up and taking him outside to the bench outside the apartments.

"Get him some blankets!" He called behind him.

Dexter blinked. It was probably a better idea. Fresh air would do him good. "Right," he called after Tyler, and left the doorway of the room himself, to grab some blankets from his own apartment.

"I'll meet you out front." he said, before turning the corner to get to his room.

Joseph was unconscious, but he could feel things around him...

"help me..." He managed to think, but his body didn't respond. It felt like it was solid, carved into solidified tar... That horrible feeling...

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