G.I. Joe: Waward Son

"Uh huh," Billy said. "Yeah I'm looking at the info right now. Uh huh. Can you deliver that? No I can pick it up. Just give me the address I can mapquest it."

He wrote down the info and promised he'd be by tomorrow to pick up the machine. He checked off an item on his list.

Karaoke Machine. Check.

[post is open]

His brain was on fire. That's what it felt like. Though he'd been unconscious at the time deep down he knew what it felt like to burn. The machine, the feeling of thoughts, ideas and beliefs not his own, ripping their way into his mind. That's what it felt like. LIke his brain was on fire. And his own father was doing this to him.

He could hear nothing but the screams. His screams. His throat was raw, every breath was agony, but he couldn't stop. The scream was not merely pain, rage, or betrayal. It was all of those things.

He forced his eye open, knowing what he would see. The stone walls of Destro's castle. The controls for the machine. If he could get to those controls, he could stop this. But he was strapped tightly to the chair, unable to move. To even flinch.

Something moved in the darkness of the chamber. He didn't need to see it. He knew who it was. But then they stepped into the light. And he realized he was wrong.

A man with heavy burn scarring and wearing a green and red striped sweater and brown fedora...

"Welcome home son." the thing said with his father's voice.

That's when the spikes were punched through his skull into his brain.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Billy flailed out of his bed and fell to the floor, striking out at whatever was in reach.

ooc: pretty much establishy, but open for room mate, and door is knockable

Every light was on. But it wasn't enough. He wasn't going out like this. Not if he could help it. He was currently lighting the candles he'd bought at sanctity to shine light on any remaining shadows.

ooc: door's closed, but post is open

He got the presents wrapped with no problems. He even got through most of the christmas cards just fine.

It wasn't until he got to the last one. The one he'd saved for last.

I'll be home, for Christmas

the radio was tuned to one of those 24/7 christmas stations. He figured it'd help him with the holiday spirit.

You can count on me

The card sat blank on his desk. It was borderline schmoopy. It was deliberately cute. All the others had had some kind of joke or something.

And there'll be snow, and mistletoe

"Dear Mom," he wrote, and his hand froze. Some things, some emotions you can block out. But only for so long.

And presents under the tree.

His hand clenched and he took a deep breath, fighting it. He would not cry. Sure he was alone, but those damn radio people...This was enough. The cards, the letters, these had to be enough.

His first christmas ever would not be-

I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dre-

"SHUT UP!!" With a short verbal outburst, he snatched up the radio and hurled it against the closed door.

*SMASH!!*

ooc: door's closed but knockable. Come investigate noises?

Billy had had a rather good time yesterday in the snow and so returned to his dorm room. He tossed his sleeping bag on the bed, and happened to spot two items on his desk. The first was a box, given to him by Destro, by way of Duke. The second was his cell phone, which was letting him know he had a message waiting.

"Message recieved, Sunday, December 3: Yo, Bill. It's Zanya. Call me 'kay? I gotta talk 'bout somethin' important."

Billy swore and tried calling her, but there was no answer. Stupid trolls.

ooc: door and post are open.

It's possible there were more spacious places to practice dancing. But the inclination had come upon him so suddenly that he hadn't wanted to take the time to go to the gym or something.

So instead, there was music on the stereo, and Billy was dancing in his room. It seemed to be some kind of amalgamation of all the dances he'd learned. Or possibly a seizure. With rhythm.

ooc: post is very open, come complain about the noise or laugh. Or dance even.

Billy realized that he hadn't eaten much of his halloween candy. So he decided to try a bit of each kind that he'd gotten. Billy has never eaten that much candy at once before.

He is now feeling somewhat...energetic.

ooc: open, two ocd's are coming up

Dragon!Billy lay in a nest made of the blanket and topsheet of his bed. He blinked lazily.

[[ooc: door's open.]]

There was an envelope sitting on his bed when he got back to his room. It of course had no return address. Or, even an address at all. Just his name.

( Cut for Letter )

Billy smiled sadly and stuffed the money into his pocket.

door's closed but knockable