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paradisa2012-06-08 10:42 pm
workaphilic) wrote in paradisa2012-06-08 10:42 pm
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PARADISA
Obvious from the start. Not even worth the mental energy. Castle takes them, figuratively, literally. Castle brings them back. Cyclical. Pointless.
[He draws the underline hard enough to tear through the page. He exhales loudly, harshly (frustration, anger, noise) and there's the whine of a chair being dragged across hardwood.
The kidnappings, this "mirror" world, it's all been a blip to him. There was a flicker of interest, in the middle, but it's more or less resolved now, with all the justice-minded residents fighting the good fight to get their comrades home. Lovely story, really, all wrapped up in a bow.
But it's not helping anymore, this protracted game of tag they're playing with the castle. Been reduced to running in circles, chasing their tails. He's sick of it, has been. The only reason he's still playing is for the distraction, for the puzzle, a way to keep his mind from spinning itself off the rails.
(Kidnapping, 2007, 12-year-old girl tore her nails off her hands trying to claw her way out of a padded crate on a cargo ship.)
Makes him restless, irritable, nauseous. Psychological effects bleeding into physiological ones. The situation has always been an obviously temporary one, but this is becoming unlivable.
He needs a case.]
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[ Jim Moriarty ]
How long has it been, now? Three months? Three whole months and the place is just as placid and boring as it was before you decided to drop in. Didn't realize a magic castle was all it took to cow you. I expected better.
Come on, Jim. I'm waiting.
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[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.
PARADISA
Obvious from the start. Not even worth the mental energy. Castle takes them, figuratively, literally. Castle brings them back. Cyclical. Pointless.
[He draws the underline hard enough to tear through the page. He exhales loudly, harshly (frustration, anger, noise) and there's the whine of a chair being dragged across hardwood.
The kidnappings, this "mirror" world, it's all been a blip to him. There was a flicker of interest, in the middle, but it's more or less resolved now, with all the justice-minded residents fighting the good fight to get their comrades home. Lovely story, really, all wrapped up in a bow.
But it's not helping anymore, this protracted game of tag they're playing with the castle. Been reduced to running in circles, chasing their tails. He's sick of it, has been. The only reason he's still playing is for the distraction, for the puzzle, a way to keep his mind from spinning itself off the rails.
(Kidnapping, 2007, 12-year-old girl tore her nails off her hands trying to claw her way out of a padded crate on a cargo ship.)
Makes him restless, irritable, nauseous. Psychological effects bleeding into physiological ones. The situation has always been an obviously temporary one, but this is becoming unlivable.
He needs a case.]
----
[ Jim Moriarty ]
How long has it been, now? Three months? Three whole months and the place is just as placid and boring as it was before you decided to drop in. Didn't realize a magic castle was all it took to cow you. I expected better.
Come on, Jim. I'm waiting.
----
[When he speaks to the castle at large, it's with all of the frustration pressed out of his tone. He's calm, musing -- and almost pleasant. He doesn't even really care if anyone's paying attention to this page of the journal.]
Stirring, isn't it, the camaraderie in this place. Some of these people you know, most of them you don't, and here you are, furiously scribbling away to pull them out from under the castle's thumb. Unified force against a common enemy.
[There's a small pause. If he's being sarcastic or derisive he doesn't really sound like it.]
Makes one wonder.
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And what does one wonder?
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So here's to thinking it's all in the plan of things. Presented with puzzles when housed in a larger puzzle.
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[He hasn't had a puzzle he liked in a very long time.]
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[and he waaaaants to say something else but he caaaan't because it'll make him sound more like a murderous psychopath than he already does. his life is so hard.]
So here they are. Insects, essentially, in a metaphorical hand. They scramble to get escape and if enough of them do it, eventually they end up running down metaphorical sleeves, only to get eventually caught and put back into the hand. So is that really it? Why keep playing with ants?
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There's something to be said for how profoundly he doesn't care, these days.
Dryly:]
Could be an enthusiast.
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Things so willing to gather together and save their friends can't even begin to worm their way out of the metaphor, because there is literally nowhere else to go. It takes the most resilient of people and makes them subservient because there is literally nothing else to do.
[...he probably really shouldn't be talking.]
Do you enjoy being used?
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But it's so simple for them, isn't it? All it takes is a bit of fabricated danger and off they go, marching in a line. Doesn't try because it doesn't need to.
Waste of time for everyone, in the end.