Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Let's hope everyone who comes by today can carry a tune, yes?

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

Cassidy hated Tuesdays. Tuesdays meant a specific visitor. Oh, she sometimes came on other days, but she always came on Tuesdays. It was like a bastardization of a ritual between them.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[taseyourass.livejournal.com]

Elle came bouncing into the room, humming under her breath. She was quite possibly as crazy as some of detention's residents were, so of course she enjoyed the singing.

Electricity was already crackling along the backs of her hands as she approached.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

When Cassidy saw her come through the doors, she couldn't help the whimper that passed through her lips.

Maybe if she curled up really small, Elle would think she wasn't here...

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com]

And if anyone were to come by for Jonothon today, he was going to just sit there, silently hoping that the island, at least, was kind enough to humiliate them by making them sing. Because that would almost make the inevitable torture worth it.

Almost.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[broken-empath.livejournal.com]

Raven really hadn't been planning on tormenting Jono again so soon (as fun as it was), but she had to come to detention for Bruce's treatment and it was OMWF day omg, so how could she resist?

Except when she smirked and began to stalk toward him, debating what to do today, she suddenly began to sing:

Save your twisted enemy
So you might earn forgiveness
You know your whole world is waiting
So why can't you speak?

I feel it coming over me
I'm still a slave to these dreams
Is this the end of everything?
Or just a new way to bleed?

So go and tell all your friends
That I'm a failure underneath
If it makes you feel like a bigger man
But it's my, my heart, my life
That you're calling a lie
I've played this game before
And I can't take anymore

I feel it coming over me
I'm still a slave to these dreams
Is this the end of everything?
Or just a new way to bleed?

By drifting far beyond the edge
Freedom, freedom,
Can't you feel the ground caving in?
Freedom,
Give us a reason to believe again

I feel it coming over me
I'm still a slave to these dreams
Is this the end of everything?
Or just a new way to bleed?

She looked confused and unsure when she'd finished. Where had that come from?

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com]

And Jono... it was entirely possible that Jono was going to take his vindication from wherever he could get it.

//Feel as though you're bleeding out today, Raven?//

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[panickedbanik.livejournal.com]

Crouching in a corner had worked yesterday for Stark. For that to work two days in a row would be something of a miracle. Stark knew better than to hope for that. Hope wasn't worth much.

Still, he would sit here, curled up as small as he could make himself. If nothing else he would at least present a smaller target.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com]

Bruce was there. Chipper as chipper can be. What choice did he have really? He was a happy guy, gosh darn it.

Unless someone in particular decided to visit.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[broken-empath.livejournal.com]

Would that particular person be wearing pink clothing and smeared eyeliner?

"Bruuuuuuuuuuuce," Raven said as she made her daily visit to detention. "It's time for your treeeeeeeeeatment."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com]

And as much as he wanted to try and hate her and be... well anything but he was feeling, he couldn't.

He couldn't even feel anxious or scared about what she might change his mood to.

"Please," he begged happily. "You don't have to do this."

Actually she did or the big green guy would show up and nobody wants that. Or at least the loyalists wouldn't want that.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[acagedgoose.livejournal.com]

Goose had thankfully managed to stop singing for a while at least, even though he didn't know for how long that was going to last.

No one had visited him yesterday but that didn't mean they wouldn't today. So he was still focused on preparing himself for whatever was coming his way.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[losthiscool.livejournal.com]

Bobby really was wishing biting down on his tongue was an available option for him by the time visiting hours rolled around. Maybe if he just made himself as small as possible, no one would notice him?

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

There hadn't been an Emma -- other than the one in Bobby's head, and she didn't count -- yesterday. Jack was grateful for small mercies, though he did not expect them to last.

He kept an eye out for anyone who might want to speak with him, mumbling half-formed lyrics under his breath.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cold_hard_heart]

And here Emma was feeling bad about not visiting yesterday!

After making her usual offer to the crowd, she found her way over to Jack, and sat down next to him, a concerned frown creasing her forehead. "Talking to yourself, darling?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Close enough to start a war, Jack sang at her, and blanched even as he kept singing. All that I have is on the floor. God only knows what we're fighting for. All that I say, you always say more.

He stopped there, half defiant and half embarrassed by the burst of lyrics. "I'm taking after Robert. Hello."

He hoped he could keep her from seeing how close he was to breaking.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com]

Zoe was sitting stoically as people started to come in to visit. After mouthing off to Umbridge yesterday, she wouldn't be surprised if she paid for it today.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[captivevisions.livejournal.com]

Phoebe was again watching as everyone came in to visit the prisoners.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cold_hard_heart]

There was the steady sound of heels clicking down the hallway, which only ceased as whomever it was visiting reached the door to detention and said something to the guards.

A moment later, in walked Emma Grace Frost.

"Right, let's get this over with. Show of hands, now; who's willing to stop throwing a temper tantrum and come upstairs and promise to behave?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com]

Jonothon didn't say anything, and didn't so much as twitch to raise his hand.

He'd continue having his tantrum, Miss Frost. And if he ever got out of this hellhole, there wasn't a snowball's chance that he'd head back to that bloody school again.

He didn't need your salvation, Emma, here or anywhere else. He didn't want it.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cold_hard_heart]

"Yes, Mr. Starsmore, we all know how you feel about 'The Man,'" Emma said crisply, giving him a bored glance. "The fact of the matter is you wouldn't be allowed back to the school because you're past the age where you can be taught. So don't worry your pretty little head about that, and do point all that rage where it belongs."

"At yourself, for not gaining control of your abilities in the first place."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

I'll watch the stars go out

Rinoa stopped singing abruptly as her eyes focused on Emma. Not the one who came here and hurt her. Safe?

Nothing was safe. If nothing was safe, then it didn't matter what safe was.

Did it? Didn't it?

"I want my magic back," she said, quietly. She was tired, and hurt, and almost past the point of caring about anything else.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

Send in the clowns
Here come the clowns... Okay. Dinah couldn't help snickering at that, even if it was going to get her in trouble.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[crushstalker.livejournal.com]

Not only could Harper carry a tune, but she was carrying a basket of pink garments similar to what she was wearing (http://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-60s-Bubble-Gum-Pink-Boucle-Wool-Suit-Jacket-Skirt-Nubby-/330762947388?pt=Vintage_Women_s_Clothing&hash=item4d03020b3c).

"Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don't know where I am goin' to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
Coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Who's ready for some fresh clean clothes?" she called out as she made her way around.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[u-s-of-leda.livejournal.com]

Leda wasn't entirely unaware of the reality of the situation. She decided to take advantage of the day's Fandom Fun to let the oppressors know they weren't getting to her. And maybe help some of her friends here at the same time.

When the music started, she began to dance as well as sing:

"Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gonna make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gonna make you lose your mind
We just wanna see ya shake that!"