tampered | (no subject)

When; Right now, just after dusk
Rating; ~~G, unless Agito drops in~~ PG13? R? Pending. xD;;
Characters; Simon calling for Cloud; but anyone who wants to join, join.
Summary; Sick psychopath currently writhing on the garden ground. High tolerance for hysterics required.
Log;

Simon was not too happy. Not that he had ever been terribly pleased with life before, but even less so now that he found himself, shivering, lying upon dirt littered with pebbles and broken petals. Deathly skinny arms tried to push his body off the ground, but they kept on giving and giving, so the silver-haired boy sank back down against the pulsating earth—-he could feel that clock ticking.

A scream swelled up inside his chest but when Simon attempted to spit it out, only a gasping noise, as if he were suffocating, escaped. Thin trails of saliva slipped down from the corner of his pale lips as cold sweat broke from his trembling hands.

That clock wouldn’t stop. Clenching his teeth, the boy attempted to concentrate on something—anything really—perhaps the last thing he has seen before he left his world behind. Doctor, doctor—what had she done to him? What had she been thinking, dumping him in this mad Eden with some incessant, invisible clock.

Another violent coughing fit tore through his porcelain body. Fingernails dug roughly into the rich, moist soil as Simon struggled to tame the convulsions.

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Thick, creamy petals crushed beneath the fall of Cloud's boots as he made his way idly across the garden, causing the air to burgeon with their rich, undescribable scent.

He found the garden somewhat less unnerving than the square, though not by much. The ticking seemed stronger here, more painfully apparent than it already was.

Cloud paused, suddenly aware of the sound of a person gasping for breath. So he wasn't alone. When it quickly escalated into a racking, rasping cough, he decided to determine its source.

It wasn't long before Cloud encountered the prone figure of a boy, pallid as death, curled up from a particularly cruel fit of coughing. The ghastly white of the skin covering his splindly limbs matched bizarrely with the stark white of the enormous lilies surrounding him. He was not, Cloud quickly concluded, in any condition to be in a world such as this.

"Are you all right?" Cloud found himself asking rather needessly.

For a few seconds, answering seemed impossible as the boy's chest rattle with heave after heave and as saliva clogged his throat, but finally, the attacks subsided and Simon's body shuddered to a calm. His arms began to move awkwardly now, like a doll who had just gained control over his limbs for the very first time. Simon mechanically sat up and swayed slightly, glancing at the blond stranger with eyes that demonstrated the intensity of lunatics.

The boy attempted to drink in the sight, but after two seconds, the stranger's face started to multiply in twos and threes. Simon blinked rapidly as his brain protested, drifting into a daze, even though those large, luminous eyes shone brighter and brighter with unstability.

His mouth tried speech. Croaking, at first, as if the ghost of saliva haunted his throat. Croak, gasp, sputter, sputter. "Do you..." Cough, gurgle, sputter, sputter. "Do you... Do you have wa--water?"

"Hang on," Cloud said quickly, fearing the boy would succumb to another fit of coughs. The boy was quite nearly on the verge of collapse, and Cloud realized it would be a good idea to acquiesce to his request. He had something against witnessing the death of the first person he'd encountered in this world, which seemed very probable unless he took action.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be no apparent source of readily accessible water, strangely enough for a garden. The flowers, though, were dripping with a viscous, unidentified liquid, but it was a liquid nonetheless.

Unthinkingly, Cloud plucked one of the lilies and offered it to the boy. "Try this, I think it's edible."

Reaching out, the boy attempted the grab the lily but missed. Two more tries, and fourth time proved to be successful. As Simon brought the flower close to his face (wait, one flower? or...four?), an extremely faint aroma drifted into his nose, and immediately, all sense of smell shut down and Simon ignored the warning sirens which began screaming in his head. Throat itched ferociously for liquid, and at the moment, that was all that mattered.

Simon dipped his tongue against the petal and soaked up a droplet.

Chest exploded as the sugar water caught like fire in his throat. Pain and nausea ripped across Simon's eyes and his fingers crushed the candy flower. Mouth whimpered like a baby. Eyes unusually wide, he groped around for support and grabbed Cloud's leg with such a force that it could have knocked a horse over.

[ OOC: ....... Sorry, I got distracted! As usual. Will continue in the morning. XD Or whenever I decide to wake up. ]

For one so skinny, the boy had a lot of strength in him. A lot of strength. "What--" Taken completely by surprise, Cloud found himself reeling in a most undignifying manner, having lost control of the entirety of his left leg, now that it'd been taken hostage.

All the agility in the world couldn't have kept him from tumbling to the ground, leg caught in a veritable deathgrip.

There was obviously something gravely wrong with the flowers. Cloud made a note to avoid them at all costs from then on.

Cloud's impact against the ground actually shocked the boy still and, although sneezing from the debris which floated into the air, the nausea eroded away, leaving his exhausted body drained. As he released his hold, the bones in his fingers cracked, as if he had been clinging onto this stranger since eternity.

Simon glanced wearily around the garden, at the candy flowers--who the fuck had created candy flowers? Taking in a shuddering breath, the boy edged a little to the right so he'd have a direct view of the blond's face. Oh, how annoying. He looked like Tobias, only Tobias had the tendency to sport flamboyant dumbass expressions and this guy seemed to be mostly somber.

"Are you okay?" Simon questioned in a rather dull voice. Clearly, this boy was not used to apologizing. Odd reversal of roles now, actually.

"I-- I'm fine," Cloud said stiffly, more than a little bit relieved about being released. He got up awkwardly, dusting himself off.

There was something about this boy that gave Cloud the distinct urge to leave, as quickly as possible. It might have been the slightly manic look in his eyes, or the bizarre cracking of his fingers. Among other things.

Those softly glowing eyes watched with the type of gleam that sharks had when watching schools of fish, and his interest quickly shifted from the blond's face to how awkwardly the man moved. Was he... Simon's fist clenched around moist dirt, digging shallow trenches in the ground. The air warmed sharply for a few seconds, but then Simon released his breath, and a cool night breeze blew over.

His voice came out small. "You're... You're not leaving, are you?"