Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

Hatter spins the cup on the tip of his finger, then passes it over to the man. Sometime between the two hands, however, it seems the cup floated in the air, spinning as though nothing happened.

“Wonderful! You know what they say! You can never trust someone who dislikes tea!”

He places a tablecloth over a not-table between them, then sets the cream and sugar upon that. He then sips his own drink.

“But yes, yes! This place is absolutely insane!”

It did not surprise Beyond that this one wasn’t exactly human, as there was something strange going on with his name and date of death above his head. But as the dark eyes guy still was unsure if anything of this was real he didn’t really stop to question it.

Either way he bit his lip now. Should he spare some kindness here? He didn’t know anything about where he was after all, so being rude any longer and demanding wouldn’t get him anywhere, especially against strange people. Plus he woke up sore and as if he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep so he simply did not have the energy to bother being rude. So.

“Thank you,” he stated before drinking the tea.

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

“I’m sure as well! It’s incredibly entertaining, even as an insider!”

Hatter lifts off his hat and grabs a kettle from beneath, which he then pours over two teabags in cups. The boiling water lands on his hand, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Tea?”

“That’s good. I was worried for a moment that this place may be a waste of time.”

Though in retrospect anything was better than being locked in a cell nearly 24/7. Now that was a rather dull way of life. So whatever happened here was an improvement.

And now he was being offered tea from Hatter, one which came from his hat. Really didn’t seem healthy, but his thirst was strong enough for him to accept.

“Sure.”

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

“Opinions could also be disputed, and it happens all the time! Have you ever heard of a thing called ‘politics’? It’s a mad little game of shouting and idiocy and non-compromise!”

Hatter looks around at the hospital, trying to take in his opinion.

“It’s positively bonkers here. I haven’t met a sane person thus far! And neither has anyone else, I expect!”

If there was anything worth avoiding it was politics. Even in discussion. So he would not even reply to that part of the sentence, casting it out of his mind already.

And how funny it was that he would describe this place in such a manner. Though really, how would one define sane anyway? It was a matter of opinion in the end, and as Hatter just said those were also disputed.

“Maybe that’s why we’re all here, left to our own deceives. I’m sure whoever set this up really enjoys watching this.”

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

Hatter considers the man’s answer. Technically he was correct in that there is no correct answer, but would that be the correct answer? Is there an answer after all?

He decides to forget it for now when he hears the man’s question.

“Well, there is no true, final answer to that question because even with proof anything can be denied by anyone!”

Check and mate, jam-hater!

He should have seen that one coming but it still hit him with annoyance. Still he would be lying if he said that this was not at least a bit fun. Fun as anything could be in the situation anyway.

“Different from facts and answers are opinions however, so can I get yours on this place or would you avoid giving that as well?”

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

“If it’s an old riddle, sir, I suggest you produce a correct answer, sir!”

Hatter tips his hat and leans back against a not-wall that isn’t behind him. He crosses his arms expectantly.

This man seems knowledgable; perhaps he’ll know!

“It can be interpreted in many ways therefore there can be many answers. Though in the end there is no true answer just as there’s never any true, final answer to anything because even with proof anything can be denied by anyone.”

His reply was given half heartedly for his interest was not in such things. Perhaps he could have given a better answer or at least an actual attempt, but he would rather have his own questions answered.

“By the way, what is the name of this place?”

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

“Oh, well that’s fair! To be quite honest, you appear disheveled and under-rested, which could very easily disgust me as well! And to think you have the audacity to refuse jam filled pastries!”

Hatter slams his cup to the ground and crosses his arms.

“Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?”

At least he was being honest, and didn’t seem too offended by his remark. Those who were too easily offended were often dull. However that didn’t seem like it would be a problem with this man, as scattered as he was.

Biting his tongue he thought of what to do with this one.

“That’s a rather old riddle. Don’t you have anything new?”

(Source: birthday-boy)

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

Hatter pouts as the man sidesteps, avoiding the delicious pastries. What a waste! What a horrid waste of perfectly good pastries!

But at least he was polite in declining them!

He pours another cup of tea and begins to sip it, calmly, as if the whole jam incident hadn’t happened. His fingers are sticky and jammy when he goes to scratch his face, and he spreads some on there.

“My name? I am Hatter!”

What unpleasant memories.

“Hatter,” he repeated as if strolling through a library of information. What a storybook name for a storybook character. It was all too bizarre for there was no way he had gone down the rabbit hole.

“I would say it was nice to meet you Hatter, but I have no reason to lie like that. In fact you rather disgust me, but to be fair I will give you my name which is Beyond.”

(Source: birthday-boy)

i am the plague [ br open ]

nagisakaworu:

Despite what everyone around him was saying, Kaworu sort of liked the hospital. It was remote, somewhat-maintained, safe from permanent death, and it offered a unique human bonding opportunity for the Angel. Of course, the treatments were dangerous but not necessarily fatal, and he hadn’t stepped foot into the cafeteria for obvious reasons, but aside from that it was sort of … fun?

Still as many people as he had become acquainted with, the boy felt like he could be doing more. He didn’t like feeling like a slacker, but from what he’d heard of the other patients, they were just a little hard to approach. Human fear was a silly thing, really; it sent the victim on edge, causing paranoia of ridiculous amounts. Didn’t quite make for an ideal friend-making situation.

Kaworu decided to mull it over. He stopped, mid-stroll, and simply pressed himself flush against the ground. It was cool, and comforting, and if he listened close enough he would swear that he could hear the faint thrumming of the world and everything living in it - it was a prime position to mull things over in.

Of course, it was also perfectly smack dab in the middle of a fairly trafficked area, and someone who wasn’t looking could easily squash him like a bug, or trip and eat dirt at the very least.

It was an unfortunate side effect from overthinking these days, but impossible to get rid of. That was this twitching his eyes and sometimes hands did. It was a mixture of what some would call insanity and nerve damage brought onto him from the fire. Even after healing from it for the most part it seemed like the event would forever haunt him.

And naturally that meant being reminded of his downfall as well. It should go without saying that the memories put him in a rather foul mood.

“Bothersome.”

Shaking his head he thought it would be best to find a source of amusement. But the people here…there were many things off about them. So it may have been a bad idea, but still when he spotted someone sitting on the ground he could not help but to think it would be a good idea to bother them.

“You might end up on the bottom of someone’s shoe sitting there.”

Rats In A Maze [ Open/Intro ]

mercury-lining:

Hatter is setting out to fix the clean situation. With a flourish, he grabs a few pastries filled with jam and tosses them at walls. The sweets squish against the wall and splatter a beautiful array of purples as the jam paints the once-sterile environment.

He then grabs a teapot and begins pouring tea on the floor (and also on his feet) to further the mess. Intercepting some of the cascading drink with a teacuo, Hatter grins as he notices someone walking from a room.

“Hello!”

He scoops some pastries from the tray and tosses it at the man.

“Please have a pastry!”

There was a time when he acted like a messy guy, so this was bearable. But as that time was behind him he began to wonder just how long he could tolerate not only this mess but this loud and annoying fellow too.

Seeing the oncoming pastries he opted to step to the side rather than attempt to catch them. He was in fresh clothes after all. And it seemed far too early to make a mess out of them now.

Though splashes of red wouldn’t do much harm.

“As kind as an offer as it may be, I must deny it.” Was this man apart of the experiment or a string puller? “Though I would like to hear your name.”

(Source: birthday-boy)