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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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?"