003 ♬ Slotted spoons don't hold much soup.

[deformiwhats]

[A melancholic version of 'No One Is Alone' can be heard as Lorne hums to himself. He's cowering in the corner of a cell, clothes torn, one horn broken and his hair mussed. There are brown bruises along his cheeks, evidence that he attempted to fight back when the Gestapo came to grab him but of course he ultimately failed to escape.]

Just look at you. Whimpering in a damn corner like the coward you are.

♪ Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
Others may deceive you.
You decide what's good.
You decide alone,
But no one is alone. ♪

Stop singing and look at me!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...

Sorry? You think I want your pathetic apologies? I wanted to live! I did the dirty work. After everything I went through, I don't even merit a real death.

It wasn't -- it's not my fault. How could we trust you? It was the only way.

Fault? You shot me! Everyone else gets a second chance. Angel. Wesley. You. But not Lindsey, he doesn't deserve the chance to pay his dues, huh? Is that it? Answer me!

♪ People make mistakes,
Fathers, mothers,
People make mistakes,
Holding to their own,
Thinking they're alone.
Honor their mistakes.
Ev'rybody makes
One another's terrible mistakes. ♪

[OOC: Lorne woke up in a cell, and has had Lindsey (

in red

) talking to him for the past full day, hence the creepy singing to himself and whatnot. Feel free to be in the cell with him, try to contact him, anything goes!]

Comments

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

...'ve got a nice voice.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[Lorne had watched with disinterest when the body had thumped in, unable to tear himself from his own hell to check on him. He nods now, though he keeps looking past the other man, at the hallucination or whatever it is that's laughing at him.]

Yeah. Not like it does any good.

[He realizes how inconsiderate he's being and despite how much he wants to curl tighter into a ball, he leans forward.]

You don't look so great, friend.

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

[As it happens, Lockon is awake and aware, and the moment he realizes that Lorne is looking past him, he turns to see who else is there--

No one. Nothing. Lockon frowns a little, then puts it together. It's a typical City thing to do, so it's not like he has to go far to reach some kind of conclusion.]

Neither do you! No offense. Actually, you could say it's a compliment. It means we both put up a fight.

[He doesn't mention what he assumes to be a City-induced hallucination for now. Better to try and keep Lorne distracted (and not wonder too much about if there's going to be an accompanying hallucination for him.]

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[Lorne looks down at himself and normally the state he's in would send him off on a rant. Not so now, as he's preoccupied with the situation at hand.]

I guess it was something like that. Sorry -- I'm Lorne.

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

[Every minute Lockon can successfully distract his cellmate from whatever the deities or the curse or whatever it is has sent to torment him, he'll count as a success. He smiles, a little tiredly.]

I'm Lockon. It looks like we're in this together for now.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[Lorne manages a small smile in return. Until Lockon's arrival, he'd been almost certain he'd be left to rot for however long it took to break him into nothing. He notices the lack of a patch but has enough composition to keep from looking.]

Well, wonder twins activate, huh? Sorry. Sarcasm makes me feel less like the S&M prince down here.

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

Haha, it's definitely not the worst reaction you could have down here.

[He looks around, more for show than to actually take in his surroundings; he's already pretty much done that.]

Well, this place sure isn't very princely. I don't think we're the only ones who've been thrown in here, though. Seems like the deities got a little police-happy this weekend.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[He sits up a bit straighter now, taking the cue to get some idea of his surroundings.]

S&M serfs then? Maybe this is a curse thingy? Like the crazy teddy bears?

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

That must be it. This sort of thing doesn't usually happen without a curse. Unless it's another visitor, like back in May--and I haven't seen any indication of that.

voice

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

Oh, Lorne...I'm sorry.

That song is sad, but it's pretty. Of course, everything you sing is pretty, so I guess that's not surprisin'.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Well then maybe we can just wait it out. Or, or maybe there's a way we can get out.

[The positivity, as forced as it may be, is contagious. Lorne stands slowly and begins to pace the perimeter, stopping to stick his face in the bars. He's gotten himself together with the distraction Lockon's provided and is working to put more spring back in his step.]

Think if we ask politely they'll unlock this thing?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

There's nothing for you to be sorry about.

Would you like me to sing something happier? It was the first thing that came to mind when-- when I awoke, uhh, alone.

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

I'd rather try finding that way out. There's not enough to entertain me if I just have to wait here!

[Lockon stands, absently dusting himself off (pausing only to frown faintly at how torn his gloves are), and goes to join Lorne at the bars.]

It's not very likely, but it's worth a shot. Maybe if we're really polite.

[He leans forward, one arm partway through the bars.]

Yo! If we say please, will you let us out? It really wouldn't be a problem!

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

We'll be gentlemen, tips our hats. Pillars of manners. Heh, stand up guys!

[He's trying to peer down the hall with little success.]

Maybe they're more rugged kind of beasty captors. You know, appreciate a good chest bump over a handshake. Hey! Uglies! Let us out or, uh, we'll do bad things! You'll be sorry.

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

[ here, Lorne, have some uncomfortable silence! ]

You just sing whatever you're wantin' to sing, okay? It'll be nice to hear anything. What was that song from, anyway?

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

[After a moment, Lockon steps back, shaking his head ruefully.]

Looks like this needs more than just talk. We should--

[He cuts off there, though, his good eye going glassy and unfocused. Wherever he is, it's not here anymore. When he speaks, it's faint and distant.]

...Lyle? I told you not to...

[He sinks to his knees, half-curling in on himself, looking suddenly more trapped than he has before in this place.]

Voice;

[icamesofar.livejournal.com]

...That's such a sad song.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Okay. Honestly I'm not sure I can sing anything very happy at the moment. It's a Sondheim classic, doll. From a show about fairy tales colliding; kind of like the City, actually.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[Confused, Lorne's brow furrows and he hurries to lean down, placing his hands on Lockon's shoulders. This is definitely not of the good.]

Lockon? Hey, c'mon buddy. Keep it together. We'll be all right, we'll get out of here.

[He's figuring the man is simply succumbing to the seemingly imminent eternal stay they might have here. Lorne's not sure he can blame him.]

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that. Not exactly in the happiest of moods at the moment, let it overcome me I guess.

[icamesofar.livejournal.com]

There's no need to be sorry. Reckon I can understand that. Sorry that they got you too.

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

[Lockon starts at the touch. He blinks, and for a moment he's here again. There's a faint trace of panic on his face, but it's fading.]

Ah--what I just saw--

[He sighs, and he tries to put on another sheepish grin, but it's obviously more difficult now. Whatever just plagued him has really shaken him.

(His brother, going off to fight. Going off to die, and nothing he could do about it--why were the deities showing him that?)]

I know we will. But it looks like you're not the only one who gets to see things here.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, he looks very seriously at Lockon. Lorne recognizes his own ability to compartmentalize the bad and move on, so he smiles and claps his shoulder lightly before moving to help him up.]

Well, I shouldn't claim otherwise. I know better than to ask about what you saw. But your face? Definite ghost-seeing face.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh, we're prison-mates? That should make me more sad, but I'm a selfish guy. Got to admit that it's kind of comforting.

[icamesofar.livejournal.com]

Looks like it. Oh don't be sad. Strength in numbers like they say. Sort of didn't really see them coming. Did you?