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maskormenace2016-02-01 12:30 am
112ounces) wrote in maskormenace2016-02-01 12:30 am
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video; cw for vague reference to cannibalism
[ Three days since rescue. Of course, he spends most of the trip back home sleeping and eating MREs, and when he arrived at Xavier's, the first thing he done is to run back to the apartment to find Dad. When he couldn't find him and realizes he's ahead of Dad, he took his first shower in a long time and came back to be part of Cass's feast.
Eating and sleeping: that's what Carl spent the last three days doing. Every time he wakes up and thinks back at what has happen, more thoughts come to him, small moments of clarity. But he keeps quiet, and stares at the shiv that he smuggled back to the States every time he wakes up.
For over a week, he was stuck in a bland room with little to no mental stimulation except finding ways to escape, to find a way to get to the guards and slit their throats with the weapons he manages to obtain. Well, he manages to get to the second part - his other plans for escape is ultimately swept away by LACKEY's removal, so everyone have done their own escape.
Has everything Carl has done - making a deal with Lucifer, forcing Kaneki to convince the guards to sacrifice one of their one, craving knives out of bones with the piss grate, sawing that guard's throat with his friend's sharpened bone when Lucifer dumped him on Carl's lap - all for nothing?
He doesn't know. He desperately craves that validation, but he fears the acknowledgement that everything Carl has done is ultimately pointless, in the end.
He has to know.
Carl has set his comm so everyone can see him sitting on the dinner table. His arms are folded against the fake wood. ]
Hey. So, yeah, I think a lot of who got off of the sub are probably still asleep. Or eating a new Thanksgiving meal. I'll probably go to bed once I'm done with the post. [ Or eat, if he couldn't sleep. ]
But, uh, I kinda want to address something. There's stuff I did back in the sub.
[ He sighs at his folded hands. ]
The thing is, I been through a situation like it before. Granted, what we just dealt with was a thousand times harder than I went through Terminus back home. A bunch of cannibals captured me and my group and took away our weapons, and forced us in a boxcar that's too small for us. We've escaped with some outside help, but not before we made weapons out from our clothes and the boxcar, and we made good on those weapons.
[ He takes out something that should be white, but it is lightly brown with dried blood. It's been sharped at the tip.
It's a knife made out of human bone. ]
I've found a possible way to get those weapons back on the sub. I wanted us to get ready for whatever might happen. It's not something I take lightly: I believe that you don't kill unless you absolutely have to, if you have to make sure that no one can threaten you and your group ever again.
Back at Terminus, the reason my group and I escaped there because one of ours who we thought we lost came back and saved us. We didn't even know she was there. But here, we've known rescue was coming - it was just a matter of when.
[ He puts the shiv away, on his lap. ]
Lucifer and I made plans. We felt we needed to provide a rescue a distraction. So we came up with the idea of a hostage situation. I didn't feel comfortable using other imPorts for that, so I agreed to be the hostage, to get the Russians' attention. It was a long shot, I know, but it was the only play we thought we had.
[ This is a lie. Carl hasn't agreed for for it at all but he felt, in the name of unifying the imPorts more, that this lie needs to be said. ]
So yeah. I know there was a lot of confusion when our powers came up, since it happened a few moments after Lucifer took me hostage. Some of you probably forgot that it happened. But I feel I need to say it to those who did see it.
[ He looks down on his hands. They are perfectly clean now, but he can still see the red. ]
So yeah. I guess that's it. I think. Just wanted to get that off my chest.
Eating and sleeping: that's what Carl spent the last three days doing. Every time he wakes up and thinks back at what has happen, more thoughts come to him, small moments of clarity. But he keeps quiet, and stares at the shiv that he smuggled back to the States every time he wakes up.
For over a week, he was stuck in a bland room with little to no mental stimulation except finding ways to escape, to find a way to get to the guards and slit their throats with the weapons he manages to obtain. Well, he manages to get to the second part - his other plans for escape is ultimately swept away by LACKEY's removal, so everyone have done their own escape.
Has everything Carl has done - making a deal with Lucifer, forcing Kaneki to convince the guards to sacrifice one of their one, craving knives out of bones with the piss grate, sawing that guard's throat with his friend's sharpened bone when Lucifer dumped him on Carl's lap - all for nothing?
He doesn't know. He desperately craves that validation, but he fears the acknowledgement that everything Carl has done is ultimately pointless, in the end.
He has to know.
Carl has set his comm so everyone can see him sitting on the dinner table. His arms are folded against the fake wood. ]
Hey. So, yeah, I think a lot of who got off of the sub are probably still asleep. Or eating a new Thanksgiving meal. I'll probably go to bed once I'm done with the post. [ Or eat, if he couldn't sleep. ]
But, uh, I kinda want to address something. There's stuff I did back in the sub.
[ He sighs at his folded hands. ]
The thing is, I been through a situation like it before. Granted, what we just dealt with was a thousand times harder than I went through Terminus back home. A bunch of cannibals captured me and my group and took away our weapons, and forced us in a boxcar that's too small for us. We've escaped with some outside help, but not before we made weapons out from our clothes and the boxcar, and we made good on those weapons.
[ He takes out something that should be white, but it is lightly brown with dried blood. It's been sharped at the tip.
It's a knife made out of human bone. ]
I've found a possible way to get those weapons back on the sub. I wanted us to get ready for whatever might happen. It's not something I take lightly: I believe that you don't kill unless you absolutely have to, if you have to make sure that no one can threaten you and your group ever again.
Back at Terminus, the reason my group and I escaped there because one of ours who we thought we lost came back and saved us. We didn't even know she was there. But here, we've known rescue was coming - it was just a matter of when.
[ He puts the shiv away, on his lap. ]
Lucifer and I made plans. We felt we needed to provide a rescue a distraction. So we came up with the idea of a hostage situation. I didn't feel comfortable using other imPorts for that, so I agreed to be the hostage, to get the Russians' attention. It was a long shot, I know, but it was the only play we thought we had.
[ This is a lie. Carl hasn't agreed for for it at all but he felt, in the name of unifying the imPorts more, that this lie needs to be said. ]
So yeah. I know there was a lot of confusion when our powers came up, since it happened a few moments after Lucifer took me hostage. Some of you probably forgot that it happened. But I feel I need to say it to those who did see it.
[ He looks down on his hands. They are perfectly clean now, but he can still see the red. ]
So yeah. I guess that's it. I think. Just wanted to get that off my chest.
video;
[ Admittedly, Bela is a little disturbed by the bone knife, but based on what Carl has just said and the situation, she'll let it go. ]
At least you tried to do something about it.
video;
Yeah. I don't regret what I have to do.
video;
Do you feel better, now that you have told everyone?
video;
[ A beat. ]
I do. Only because I feel people might get the wrong picture, and I just want to clear it out.
video;
I won't be giving you any crap because of it. Just so you know.
video;
[ He looks a little uncomfortable. ]
You wouldn't?
video;
[ Seemed like stating the obvious, but the devil was dangerous. ]
And no, I wouldn't. I've had to do things back home that people would consider 'questionable' but I didn't have a choice. I did what needed to be done.
[ not here ]
he should have eaten it. ]
Voice; private
[He sounds a little bit like he's judging Carl for that, even if it's more than a little hypocritical.]
You still interested in learning how to fight or are you guys buddies?
Voice; private
And no, we're not friends. But neither are we. [ Meaning Carl and Dean. ]
What's your deal with Lucifer?
Voice; private
Alright then.
[Dean pauses at that question just a beat too long.]
Like I told you before. Knew him back home. He tried to jump start the apocalypse. My job's to stop him. Either way, I sure as hell don't trust him as far as I can throw him.
Voice; private
[ Carl doesn't. ]
He's been in my dreams. I don't know how long, but he said he liked getting into my dreams. That's how I first met him.
Voice; private
He likes getting into your dreams. Seriously? [Because that didn't sound creepy at all.]
Do you know if he messes with them at all?
[Since Dean had his own dreaming experience with Lucifer riding shotgun and it had definitely not been all sunshine and rainbows. Not that Dean's nightmares weren't bad enough on their own.]
Voice; private
[ Meaning: Carl's dreams are no different than Lucifer's machinations. ]
Voice; private
....Okay. And if there's a way to keep him out of your head, it's not one that I know about. Angels are douches like that. Even ones that aren't Lucifer.
But there are things you can do to deal with them.
Voice; private