dementedraven

[dementedraven]

Somehow Izaya found him lying on his bed, staring straight up at the ceiling that hovered over him. No one came to feed him today, but for that he wasn't surprised. He's been deprived of food for...how long was it now? A week? His eyes drifted to his wall where, at first, he began marking the days that he was confined in this little room. Truth be told, he actually forgot it was there. Some days, he didn't even realize it was he who wrote them, thinking the markings were of someone else who once was confined to this tiny, tiny room...

But today, he didn't care.

He let his eyes move back to the ceiling, his mind running with the same question over and over again.

--...Who's Roppi?

{✄} -- roppisuicidalorihara

“Don’t just stand there and gawk, you idiots! Grab him before he falls! We can’t afford to have a bloodstain on the sidewalk!” At that, one of the workers lunged and just barely managed to grab Roppi’s arm, hearing a soft pop as it was dislocated from the strain.

A bunch of other workers started to help the first. There was a general commotion upstairs as the hospital staff started to drag the raven back into the building. Once they hauled him back into the safety of the hospital, they stepped back to catch their breath. The raven wouldn’t be moving anytime soon, having been knocked unconscious.

“Okay. I need several of you to clean up the blood and glass shards.” One of the lead doctors had finally made it up to the floor. “And I need some of you need to pick up any shards outside.”

The workers nodded in unison. “What do you want us to do with Roppi, sir?”

“Throw him in his cell for now. We don’t need him waking up and trying to escape again.”

“What about his wounds?”

“Ignore them. We’ll extract the glass shards….eventually.”

[dementedraven]

"And ready to know what the people know... Ask 'em my questions and get some answers... What's a fire and why does it - what's the word? Burn?~♪"

Izaya stared at his hand, holding it in front of his face as he looked over the charred skin. Something was different about today. The doctors ran out of the laboratory so suddenly that he assumed they had forgotten about the bunsen burner sitting underneath the raven's hand.

He heard a word...Roppi, they called. What was a Roppi? Was it a fish? A type of cuisine? Another patient? Whatever it was it was very important. Especially if they had to leave him chained like an animal just to attend to this...Roppi.

He sighed, lowering his hand so he now only stared at the wall in front of him. "...Why does Shinra-san always have to leave me?"

--It's because they're better than you, his subconscious yelled at him. You'll never be as important as anyone else in this facility. You might as well learn to give up.

But of course, even the small scoldings he was getting from the voices living inside his head couldn't force the smile appearing on his lips.

--Give up? Why would I give up when I know I'm Shinra's favorite?

Whether or not that was actually true was unknown to the raven, and it's not like he saw him often enough to really know. But what did it matter?

Whatever Izaya thought was true. That's what Shinra told him one day.

And if Izaya thought that he was Shinra's favorite, then it had to be true.

Shinra told him so.

{✄} -- roppisuicidalorihara

Roppi ran as fast as he could, sidestepping nurses as he moved. He was almost to the elevator. Truthfully, he could just run for the exit instead, but what was the point? They were just gonna catch him and bring him back again. He had a much better way to escape his fate.

“Hey! Get back here, you little shit!” The hospital staff were already continuing to chase him. The man he had stabbed hardly seemed to have been slowed down any from the wound. Roppi bit his lip and darted into the elevator, closing the doors behind him as he frantically pushed the button leading to the highest floor.

He wouldn’t have much time to get away. The hospital staff were likely boarding the staff elevator to pursue him. As soon as the doors opened, he shot out and made a dash for the nearest window.

Almost there. His muscles tensed up as he readied himself for the pain that would come from smashing through glass. The hospital staff arrived and continued chasing him, gaining on him fast.

Just a few more feet. Time seemed to slow down around him as he closed in on his salvation. With a resounding crash, the glass splintered around him as he dove straight into it. Then everything went black.

[dementedraven]

"Nngnn...ah!"

Eyes focused on the screen in front of him, Izaya clenched his teeth. Pupils wide as the doctors hovering over him inserted needle upon needle into his skin. He was currently chained down, stomach up to a rusty old table in what those in charged considered to be a lab.

But Izaya himself couldn't see it as anything other than a death chamber.

In front of his face sat a small TV screen. He had no choice but to watch it upside down, but there really wasn't any room for complaint. If any were to be spoken, he'd end up being killed. No -- that was a lie. They'd never kill him.

It was far too much fun hearing him scream to let him die so easily.

"You know I just love this movie," he managed to say as they cut open his abdomen. He didn't exactly know what purpose that served, but as long as he could help Shinra-san, he didn't much care to know. "The story, the animation, and not to mention the musical score! I could sing these songs all day you know..."

He let a chuckle escape from his lips, tears beginning to stream down his eyes as he felt hands poking at his open stomach. --What are they doing? he questioned himself. --How much do they have to tear open until they're...satisfied?

He pushed the pain aside, knowing very well that if he were to struggle he'd only get it worse, all the while letting his lips curl up into a smile.

"When's it my turn?

        Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above~♪

            Out of the sea -- wish I could be...

                         Part of that -- AH!"

{✄} -- roppisuicidalorihara

A different raven was being escorted into the hospital. He thrashed around in the iron tight grip around his arms. Crimson was splattered across his face from an obvious fight, but the hospital workers hardly cared to clean it off of him. He was just another bastard who attracted the wrong kind of attention.

“Let go of me, damn it!”

“Fat chance, Hachimenroppi, you belong here.” The men pulling him along roughly tugged on him as he tried struggling again.

The raven’s appointed cell was approaching quickly and he was getting more desperate. He wrenched a hand free and dug through his pockets. He pulled out his trusty flick blade and stabbed it into the hand that was still holding him too tightly. 

Letting out a satisfied smirk as the guard doubled back in pain, he tore his arm free and took off down the hall, nimbly avoiding nurses and other guards as he made a beeline for the elevator.

[dementedraven]

{Offline}

"Ne, Shizuo-san, can I sleep on the bed tonight? You made me sleep on the floor last time..."

[dementedraven]

“Which we…don’t?”

—Of course you don’t, idiot. That’s far too many. You don’t even have enough fingers and toes to count that.

He brought a finger to his lips, biting down on the thumbnail as he stared up at him sadly.

“…We have over 600 in patients in the facility right now.” Although I never get to see any of them. “That should be more than enough…right?”

Izaya giggled as he brought his knees up to his chest, curling up into a little ball as he began rocking back and forth.

“Birthday, birthday! I’m so excited, Shizu-chan!”

—That nickname…where have I heard it before?

“We should celebrate one birthday everyday! Who’s birthday is it today?”

[dementedraven]

When there's an amazing rp blog that you want to rp with but you don't have any plot ideas

[dementedraven]

"Oh, I've been good." If you think being locked up inside here without any sort of social interaction good. "I've had a lot of free time on my hands as well. Learned that I could hold my breath for about thirty-seconds straight!"

--Useless garbage. Why would the blonde care?

"How about you, Del~ic~san?" he said with a light ring in his voice. "Enjoying your...freedom I presume?"

“Names Delic..”  He didn’t really expect him to remember. It wasn’t as though they had ever been close, the blonde only remembering interacting with him once or twice. But never the less he had made some sort of an on impression the host. Izaya just seemed so well put together for being the way he was, he couldn’t quite explain why he viewed him this way but he did.  ”So..” He wasn’t really sure what to say. “How have you been?” 

[dementedraven]

omfg mun learn to use the damn <small> tag

[dementedraven]

Izaya giggled as he brought his knees up to his chest, curling up into a little ball as he began rocking back and forth.

"Birthday, birthday! I'm so excited, Shizu-chan!"

--That nickname...where have I heard it before?

"We should celebrate one birthday everyday! Who's birthday is it today?"

He shrugged, suddenly smiling.

“Just wondering, Shizuo-san! Is it close? We should celebrate! I’m sure Shinra-san will let me bring in cake! Lots of it!”

[dementedraven]

†unrequitedloyalty †divine-broker †paellax

"Oh, good evening. Have you come on Shinra's behalf? He hasn't been letting visitors in lately. He says they're too busy running experiments on me~"

[dementedraven]

Izaya sat on the far side of his cell, staring at the white wall in front of him -- unblinking, unmoving. Had Shinra really forgotten about him? He was so hungry...starving almost... He hadn't had a bath for who knows how long, and no one had come to visit him.

    --But Shinra-san must have a good reason for not feeding you. Perhaps you've done something wrong again.

        Like always.

The only time had he ever seen the brown haired doctor anymore was when he, so many of him, dragged him out of his cell to go to the lab. The medications he was given had only gotten more frequent, the 'tests' Shinra preforms on him more horrible. Every day at every hour he'd be forced to succumb to something new -- something more torturous than the last.

    --Perhaps he's not testing you.

        Perhaps he only wants to see you to your death.

But, unfortunately for Shinra, the raven had begun to welcome that thought long ago.

Trying to keep his mind off of how hungry he was -- maybe if I bit off a piece of my toe, Shinra-san won't notice -- he suddenly felt his vision becoming distorted. On the outside, he remained calm and collective, his face never twitching as he found his mind to be tumbling far from reality. If Shinra had passed by, he probably wouldn't care thinking Izaya was merely zoning out again.

But that's when the raven felt himself falling.

Suddenly, Izaya panicked. He was no longer in the so-called 'safe haven' that was his room anymore. He grabbed at his face, eyes wide as his pupils began searching for the ground where he would most likely find his end to the life he was so desperately trying to escape from. But at the same time, he felt a freedom he had never felt before. He was no longer tied to that bed. No longer forced to being set alight by the damned doctors that ran that place...

That didn't mean, though, that he was any less terrified.

    "Be quick, we mustn’t hesitate, move now, move now.”

That voice echoed in his head as he screamed -- well, at least attempted to. Nothing but a silent breath of air was heard as he felt himself fall faster and faster. Furniture that should be seated on the ground and not floating in mid-air zoomed past his head as he made a grab for them. Maybe he could climb his way to the top? He assumed that's where he fell from. He spun so he was facing upwards, head grazing a piano as he searched again but this time for the asylum he had made himself a home from.

He saw it. He saw that pure white ceiling that hovered over his head each and every night he fell asleep. He reached for it, somehow wishing he could grab it before hearing that voice again ring aloud.

    “Wonder if you’ll die when you crash to the bottom? That would be interesting, no?”

He turned his body again so it was facing downwards once more, hoping to find the source of the voice before feeling his body slam down hard onto a black and white checkered floor. That voice...had he heard what he was thinking about earlier? About escaping this life and going onto the next? He shivered at the thought, remembering that he had been told to not to hesitate.

He had to move.

Now.

He pushed himself off the ground, running down the corridor now hearing much more voices than he was used to all at the same time. He shook his head, trying to get rid of them before running into an object now standing in his way. Stopping, he looked around. He was in a new area, it seemed. Deciding it would be best to assess everything at a higher view, he took a good look at the object in front of him, shrugging before grabbing a hold of it and pulling his body to the top. Somehow, he found himself on top of a table, and looking around, he realized that everything was much larger than he had remembered.

    --Is everything bigger...? Or have I just shrunk an inch too little?

Taking another moment to stare at the wall, his lips twitched up into a smirk.

--Am I doing ok? he questioned, asking the voice he had heard from earlier.

Izaya in Wonderland

The world fading from the white padded rooms of the asylum to a sharp blackness that engulfs the mind and sends people even farther down the rabbit hole, the draft slipping in through the barred windows and flowing over the man, strapped to the bed firmly with buckles and restraints. The voice in his head ringing through his ears, “Be quick, we mustn’t hesitate, move now, move now.” The world spinning and finally fading out to nothing.

Something bright below him, was he falling? His body feeling light as air blew past him, dancing around him in a rush of excitement  euphoria. The feeling of being free embodied inside him as the straps released him and allowed him to move. Midway in the fall a light shining at the end of what appeared to be a long vertical hall way, “Wonder if you’ll die when you crash to the bottom? That would be interesting, no?”

falling past shadowed faces, perhaps he was dreaming, they seemed to be laughing, echoing throughout him very core, causing him to shiver. When would he finally land? As he neared the bottom, everything shifted and suddenly he was dropped down, the hall now horizontal  His mind was far to gone by this point to even register what happened. Instead he shifted his stance and rose off the ground, it was warm and felt as though it were moving.

Breathing….

Voices echoing along the shaft behind him as he moved forward, coming into a room with a large…whatever this is…much larger than himself, deciding he needed a better veiw of the room to properly evaluate his situation. He climbed up the leg, rising onto the top and crawling onto the surface. A table? It was certainly a table and there were chairs around it as well. This table couldn’t seat a normal person, had he grown smaller or was the world just bigger?

[dementedraven]

He chuckled, smiling up at the strange looking man. He's seen him before...he had the feeling he did...

--Don't be fooled, the only person you recognize is Shinra.

His smile turning sad, he figured his mind to be right. Shinra was, in fact, the only person he's ever really known. Even if those 'so-called Shinra's' weren't actually him. Anyone else just fragments of broken memories.

"So, what, pray tell, might your name be, mister?"

His cell? Taking a quick look around his eyes were brought back to the raven though he didn’t look quite like Delic remembered him.  ”Yeah..” It was a bit strange seeing him like this. 

[dementedraven]

He merely chuckled, bringing his hands up to his own head twitching as if to mock the other, ignoring his question entirely.

"Nyan nyan~"

dementedraven entered the Abyss

” I am curious. What brings you to the Abyss.” Cheshire crossed his arm, his ears twiching.

[dementedraven]

Izaya cocked his head, studying the creature before pointing up at his head.

"Nyan~?"

dementedraven entered the Abyss

” Nya? Who are you?” Cheshire glared at the other man.

[dementedraven]

†To all the new followers I have gained in my absence

"Oh, hello. Seems I've gained quite a few new visitors to my cell. Did Shinra-san let you in?"

[dementedraven]

{Online}

"Have I been...forgotten?"

[dementedraven]

He shrugged, suddenly smiling.

"Just wondering, Shizuo-san! Is it close? We should celebrate! I'm sure Shinra-san will let me bring in cake! Lots of it!"

The neko blinked. His birthday?

-My birthday is January 28th. Why?-

Perhaps, since Izaya thought them friends, he just wanted to know. out of curiosity.