05/20/07 // Transmutey!Ed and NPC Denna
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omg_fmaWho: Transmutey!Ed and NPC Denna
When: 05/20/07
Rating: PG
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: Denna goes to check on Ed and bring him some food.
T!Ed: *leaning against one of the padded walls in his cell, having to lean far over to keep the hooked blades embedded in his arms from grazing against them, banging his head against the wall half-heartedly and not getting very far with it what with the padding*
Denna: *balances the tray of food she's carrying in one hand and flashes her ID card to the guards at the door, stepping through as they open it* ...Edward?
T!Ed: *glances up at her, still banging his head lightly and tugging feebly at the cuffs binding his hands, thin metal strip inbetween them to keep him from clapping*
Denna: *jumps a little as the door clicks shut behind her, glancing up at the camera in the top left corner of the room* Um, I brought you some food... *watches him warily*
T!Ed: *recoils slightly, drawing knees up to his chest, and whimpers softly*
Denna: It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. Just... don't hurt me, either, okay? *sets the tray down on the floor, sitting a few feet away from him*
T!Ed: *mumbles something incoherent, rocking back and forth gently, watching her*
Denna: *takes a small pair of surgical scissors out of her coat* I'm going to take your stitches out, just... sit still. *approaches warily*
T!Ed: *stops moving, knees still against his chest, eyeing the scissors blearily*
Denna: You're okay... *keeps speaking soothingly as she clips the sutures and removes them quickly, reaching for an antiseptic wipe, tearing open the package and dabbing at the closing wounds before offering a small white tablet* Here, it's the same as that antibacterial mouthwash from the other day, you just don't have to spit it out. It'll dissolve pretty fast.
T!Ed: *takes the tablet shakily and puts it into his mouth, making a small face before slumping back against the wall on his side uncomfortably, eyes open partway and breathing shaky*
Denna: *smiles stapleishly, trying to be comforting* I'm sorry I can't give you any of the red stuff. I know it'd make the implants hurt less, but you really shouldn't have pulled that escape stunt the other day. *shakes her head, pushing the tray toward him* At least you can eat something. It's good, I promise. None of that hospital food.
T!Ed: ...'M not hungry... *looks down at the offered tray blankly*
Denna: You have to be. You haven't had real food in days, and your eyes are almost gold. Come on, just have a few bites. I promise you'll feel better. *sits cross-legged, adjusting her glasses*
T!Ed: Let me die. Please. *looks up at her pleadingly*
Denna: *looks back sady* I can't. You're already on suicide watch, you really don't want to know what happens if you actually try. Here- just have a few bites of the bread. *holds it out to him*
T!Ed: What would happen? *takes the piece of bread before letting his hands drop back down into his lap, still holding onto it* What's worse than this? *glances around*
Denna: *shakes her head* Being sedated, being repeatedly treated with electroshock therapy, being confined to a straight-jacket and restrained to a hospital bed and fed through a tube. And your mouth would of course be re-sewn.
T!Ed: *whimpers, eyes tearing up* Want to go home...
Denna: ...You can't. *bites her lip, glancing away* The Boss asked me to lie to you about that, but I don't see the point. You must've really ticked him off something fierce.
T!Ed: Then let me die? *starts banging the side of his head against the wall again, slowly and half-heartedly* Don't belong here, don't want to be here...
Denna: *shakes her head* I can't. And I'm serious, you're going to want to eat something soon or you're going to learn everything I said about the penalty for suicide attempts firsthand. *watches him a moment* ...I've never seen anyone from off-world before. Is it really that different here?
T!Ed: *sighs shakily and takes a slow bite of the bread, trying not to cry, and nods his head a little*
Denna: *smiles a little as he begins to eat* What's it like?
T!Ed: *keeps eating very slowly, feeling sick, and gestures to the blades on his arms and the staples on her face* None of that.
Denna: *tilts her head* That's odd. But how do you defend yourselves? *reaches up to touch the staples distractedly* I've always had these. All the children born here get something like them. Otherwise we wouldn't fit in with the workers who are brought in.
T!Ed: *makes a clapping gesture as best he can through the hand restraints, staring at her* ...Why? What's the point?
Denna: *watches him, flinching slightly as he mimes clapping* Oh. But... I don't know. All the combatants here have things like you do. *frowns* Why? Um, for an equal society, I guess. More than half the population here isn't human, most of them have to have things like this *indicates her staples* to keep them together. We get them as well so everyone's equal.
T!Ed: Hohenheim doesn't have any. *finishes off his bread*
Denna: But... he's the Boss. *shrugs* I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it. *pushes the cup of water toward him*
T!Ed: *sips carefully at the water* He's demented.
Denna: He's the Boss. I dunno, this all seems perfectly normal to me. *pauses a second, debating with herself* ...Did you really marry his son?
T!Ed: *nods slowly, setting the cup back down and pulling knees back up to his chest, eyes squeezed shut tightly* Left home for him...
Denna: *watches him carefully* Why would you do that?
T!Ed: Thought he was going to die if I didn't give myself over... *looks at her wearily* Doesn't matter. You're taking him anyway.
Denna: *shakes her head* No, not that. Why would you marry a man? *frowns* ...He's a homunculus, he couldn't die... right?
T!Ed: I like men. *shrugs* He can die. Very hard, but he can die.
Denna: *can't quite wrap her brain around that one* ...I like my friend Lia, but I would not marry her. *frowns deeply* But what does your coming here have to do with Darren dying? The Boss loves his oldest son the best. I grew up here and I always heard him saying how sad he was that Darren left him.
T!Ed: It's different. *glances at the surveillance camera in the corner of the room* He killed Ren. That's why he's a homunculus.
Denna: Different? How? *follows his glance, a little nervously* Well, of course. We all know that. Darren betrayed his father's gift and broke his heart.
T!Ed: You have a boyfriend? *keeps staring at the camera* It wasn't a gift. It was never a gift.
Denna: *shakes her head proudly* Of course not! I'm a Class- Two! When I'm thirty, a husband will be chosen for me. Only the lower classes date. *laughs at this ridiculousness* ...Of course it was a gift. Immortality is the highest merit we can recieve here! Only a very select few are ever chosen, and Darren was the first. *slightly in awe of this concept*
T!Ed: ... *tears his eyes away from the camer to stare at her* You're all so stupid.
Denna: *puffs up indignantly* What? I'm the best surgeon here! I'm not stupid.
T!Ed: You're stupid. I'm going home. *tries to get himself to stand, not able to get up by very much, body weighed down by the bits of metal in his back and blades along his arms, prosthetic leg not wanting to function properly*
Denna: No- Hey! Woah, what are you doing? *doesn't want to get too close, still holding out a hand to catch his wrist, trying to steady him* You're not going anywhere. These walls are three feet thick and the door is several inches of lead, bolted from the outside where two heavily armed security guards are watching us on a monitor. Just sit down and take a few deep breaths, okay?
T!Ed: *sinks back down to the ground, breathing heavily and shaking, watching her pleadingly* Please let me go home... or kill me, I don't want to stay here...
Denna: You know I can't do either of those things. *sighs* I don't understand why he brought you here, I really don't. He wants you de-conditioned eventually, but why he scheduled all of the surgery for before then is beyond me.
T!Ed: De-conditioned? *looks at her questioningly*
Denna: It lets you forget where you came from and all that, makes it easier to adjust. Not that I've ever seen it done to a full human before. Usually it's done to the new inhuman employees that are brought in. That's why I can't figure out why you're even here to begin with. Must have something to do with Darren.
T!Ed: *curls up as best he can, whimpering* No... Can't forget him. He'll stop seeing me if I forget him...
Denna: Huh? *looks at him quizzically* You're talking about Darren, right? How will he stop seeing you?
T!Ed: *nods slowly, forlornly* If I forget him, he'll go... Comes sometimes, and the monsters other times. So alone when they're gone...
Denna: Are the hallucinations getting worse? *leans back against the wall*
T!Ed: ...Yes... *draws into himself* Hear them screaming.
Denna: Want me to see if I can get you some antipsychotics? I'd have to do a blood test to check compatibility, but I think the Boss'd let me.
T!Ed: No, please... I won't be able to see him if you do...
Denna: *shrugs* Suit yourself. I'm sort of surprised he doesn't have you on meds already.
T!Ed: Wants me crazy. Likes torturing. *shuts his eyes, murmuring soothingly to himself, babbling quietly*
Denna: ...I guess he is trying to torture you. That's the only reason I can come up with for doing all of this before de-conditioning.
T!Ed: *jerks his head, not really noticing she's there anymore, continuing to babble to himself*
Denna: *sighs* Alright. I've got a surgery scheduled in forty minutes, but I'll be back later tonight. I'm leaving this food here, try to eat a little more.
T!Ed: *just cries silently to himself, lost in his own little world*
Denna: *shakes her head, standing up and waving at the camera for the guards to open the door*
When: 05/20/07
Rating: PG
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: Denna goes to check on Ed and bring him some food.
T!Ed: *leaning against one of the padded walls in his cell, having to lean far over to keep the hooked blades embedded in his arms from grazing against them, banging his head against the wall half-heartedly and not getting very far with it what with the padding*
Denna: *balances the tray of food she's carrying in one hand and flashes her ID card to the guards at the door, stepping through as they open it* ...Edward?
T!Ed: *glances up at her, still banging his head lightly and tugging feebly at the cuffs binding his hands, thin metal strip inbetween them to keep him from clapping*
Denna: *jumps a little as the door clicks shut behind her, glancing up at the camera in the top left corner of the room* Um, I brought you some food... *watches him warily*
T!Ed: *recoils slightly, drawing knees up to his chest, and whimpers softly*
Denna: It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. Just... don't hurt me, either, okay? *sets the tray down on the floor, sitting a few feet away from him*
T!Ed: *mumbles something incoherent, rocking back and forth gently, watching her*
Denna: *takes a small pair of surgical scissors out of her coat* I'm going to take your stitches out, just... sit still. *approaches warily*
T!Ed: *stops moving, knees still against his chest, eyeing the scissors blearily*
Denna: You're okay... *keeps speaking soothingly as she clips the sutures and removes them quickly, reaching for an antiseptic wipe, tearing open the package and dabbing at the closing wounds before offering a small white tablet* Here, it's the same as that antibacterial mouthwash from the other day, you just don't have to spit it out. It'll dissolve pretty fast.
T!Ed: *takes the tablet shakily and puts it into his mouth, making a small face before slumping back against the wall on his side uncomfortably, eyes open partway and breathing shaky*
Denna: *smiles stapleishly, trying to be comforting* I'm sorry I can't give you any of the red stuff. I know it'd make the implants hurt less, but you really shouldn't have pulled that escape stunt the other day. *shakes her head, pushing the tray toward him* At least you can eat something. It's good, I promise. None of that hospital food.
T!Ed: ...'M not hungry... *looks down at the offered tray blankly*
Denna: You have to be. You haven't had real food in days, and your eyes are almost gold. Come on, just have a few bites. I promise you'll feel better. *sits cross-legged, adjusting her glasses*
T!Ed: Let me die. Please. *looks up at her pleadingly*
Denna: *looks back sady* I can't. You're already on suicide watch, you really don't want to know what happens if you actually try. Here- just have a few bites of the bread. *holds it out to him*
T!Ed: What would happen? *takes the piece of bread before letting his hands drop back down into his lap, still holding onto it* What's worse than this? *glances around*
Denna: *shakes her head* Being sedated, being repeatedly treated with electroshock therapy, being confined to a straight-jacket and restrained to a hospital bed and fed through a tube. And your mouth would of course be re-sewn.
T!Ed: *whimpers, eyes tearing up* Want to go home...
Denna: ...You can't. *bites her lip, glancing away* The Boss asked me to lie to you about that, but I don't see the point. You must've really ticked him off something fierce.
T!Ed: Then let me die? *starts banging the side of his head against the wall again, slowly and half-heartedly* Don't belong here, don't want to be here...
Denna: *shakes her head* I can't. And I'm serious, you're going to want to eat something soon or you're going to learn everything I said about the penalty for suicide attempts firsthand. *watches him a moment* ...I've never seen anyone from off-world before. Is it really that different here?
T!Ed: *sighs shakily and takes a slow bite of the bread, trying not to cry, and nods his head a little*
Denna: *smiles a little as he begins to eat* What's it like?
T!Ed: *keeps eating very slowly, feeling sick, and gestures to the blades on his arms and the staples on her face* None of that.
Denna: *tilts her head* That's odd. But how do you defend yourselves? *reaches up to touch the staples distractedly* I've always had these. All the children born here get something like them. Otherwise we wouldn't fit in with the workers who are brought in.
T!Ed: *makes a clapping gesture as best he can through the hand restraints, staring at her* ...Why? What's the point?
Denna: *watches him, flinching slightly as he mimes clapping* Oh. But... I don't know. All the combatants here have things like you do. *frowns* Why? Um, for an equal society, I guess. More than half the population here isn't human, most of them have to have things like this *indicates her staples* to keep them together. We get them as well so everyone's equal.
T!Ed: Hohenheim doesn't have any. *finishes off his bread*
Denna: But... he's the Boss. *shrugs* I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it. *pushes the cup of water toward him*
T!Ed: *sips carefully at the water* He's demented.
Denna: He's the Boss. I dunno, this all seems perfectly normal to me. *pauses a second, debating with herself* ...Did you really marry his son?
T!Ed: *nods slowly, setting the cup back down and pulling knees back up to his chest, eyes squeezed shut tightly* Left home for him...
Denna: *watches him carefully* Why would you do that?
T!Ed: Thought he was going to die if I didn't give myself over... *looks at her wearily* Doesn't matter. You're taking him anyway.
Denna: *shakes her head* No, not that. Why would you marry a man? *frowns* ...He's a homunculus, he couldn't die... right?
T!Ed: I like men. *shrugs* He can die. Very hard, but he can die.
Denna: *can't quite wrap her brain around that one* ...I like my friend Lia, but I would not marry her. *frowns deeply* But what does your coming here have to do with Darren dying? The Boss loves his oldest son the best. I grew up here and I always heard him saying how sad he was that Darren left him.
T!Ed: It's different. *glances at the surveillance camera in the corner of the room* He killed Ren. That's why he's a homunculus.
Denna: Different? How? *follows his glance, a little nervously* Well, of course. We all know that. Darren betrayed his father's gift and broke his heart.
T!Ed: You have a boyfriend? *keeps staring at the camera* It wasn't a gift. It was never a gift.
Denna: *shakes her head proudly* Of course not! I'm a Class- Two! When I'm thirty, a husband will be chosen for me. Only the lower classes date. *laughs at this ridiculousness* ...Of course it was a gift. Immortality is the highest merit we can recieve here! Only a very select few are ever chosen, and Darren was the first. *slightly in awe of this concept*
T!Ed: ... *tears his eyes away from the camer to stare at her* You're all so stupid.
Denna: *puffs up indignantly* What? I'm the best surgeon here! I'm not stupid.
T!Ed: You're stupid. I'm going home. *tries to get himself to stand, not able to get up by very much, body weighed down by the bits of metal in his back and blades along his arms, prosthetic leg not wanting to function properly*
Denna: No- Hey! Woah, what are you doing? *doesn't want to get too close, still holding out a hand to catch his wrist, trying to steady him* You're not going anywhere. These walls are three feet thick and the door is several inches of lead, bolted from the outside where two heavily armed security guards are watching us on a monitor. Just sit down and take a few deep breaths, okay?
T!Ed: *sinks back down to the ground, breathing heavily and shaking, watching her pleadingly* Please let me go home... or kill me, I don't want to stay here...
Denna: You know I can't do either of those things. *sighs* I don't understand why he brought you here, I really don't. He wants you de-conditioned eventually, but why he scheduled all of the surgery for before then is beyond me.
T!Ed: De-conditioned? *looks at her questioningly*
Denna: It lets you forget where you came from and all that, makes it easier to adjust. Not that I've ever seen it done to a full human before. Usually it's done to the new inhuman employees that are brought in. That's why I can't figure out why you're even here to begin with. Must have something to do with Darren.
T!Ed: *curls up as best he can, whimpering* No... Can't forget him. He'll stop seeing me if I forget him...
Denna: Huh? *looks at him quizzically* You're talking about Darren, right? How will he stop seeing you?
T!Ed: *nods slowly, forlornly* If I forget him, he'll go... Comes sometimes, and the monsters other times. So alone when they're gone...
Denna: Are the hallucinations getting worse? *leans back against the wall*
T!Ed: ...Yes... *draws into himself* Hear them screaming.
Denna: Want me to see if I can get you some antipsychotics? I'd have to do a blood test to check compatibility, but I think the Boss'd let me.
T!Ed: No, please... I won't be able to see him if you do...
Denna: *shrugs* Suit yourself. I'm sort of surprised he doesn't have you on meds already.
T!Ed: Wants me crazy. Likes torturing. *shuts his eyes, murmuring soothingly to himself, babbling quietly*
Denna: ...I guess he is trying to torture you. That's the only reason I can come up with for doing all of this before de-conditioning.
T!Ed: *jerks his head, not really noticing she's there anymore, continuing to babble to himself*
Denna: *sighs* Alright. I've got a surgery scheduled in forty minutes, but I'll be back later tonight. I'm leaving this food here, try to eat a little more.
T!Ed: *just cries silently to himself, lost in his own little world*
Denna: *shakes her head, standing up and waving at the camera for the guards to open the door*
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