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Jul. 19th, 2010 01:25 am[It's the silence that snaps him awake - more dissonant than any actual sound could ever be. It's like he's been struck deaf inside his own head. No, worse than that; while a person might have encountered a lack of sound before in their lives, Schuldig has almost never had any lack of thoughts to listen to. Listen, hell; they've practically fought their way into his head to be heard at times.
And now - nothing. They'd shut him down once or twice like this at Rosenkrüs, as a punishment; they'd always had their ways of controlling their psychic charges. It was always effective. The absence of what should be there is isolation, vulnerability, and paranoia all rolled together in one convenient package...and it's far worse now because he's not at Rosenkrüs anymore, Esset should be in complete disarray, and this should not be happening to him now.
He's out of bed in moments and only further incensed to find that his clothes - and, far less surprisingly, his gun - are gone, and an angry rummage through the closets and drawers reveals nothing he'd wear unless Crawford ordered it. And then he sees the phone.
Anyone listening will hear him jabbing at some numbers before he listens at the earpiece. Then, when he doesn't hear a dial tone or a call being completed, he snarls into the phone.]
You've shut me down, so you know what I'm capable of. And now I've seen what you're capable of. But unless you plan on keeping me locked up here forever - and I can guarantee you, that's never worked out well for anyone before - then it's time to talk business. You give everything back, and I do mean everything, and then you tell me what you want done, and we have an understanding.
But why bring only me? [And then, Schuldig finally focuses long enough to notice the photograph next to the phone.] ...and what is this?
[Housemates, feel free to find Schuldig tearing his room apart, still looking for his things or any devices which might be blocking his telepathy. Be warned, he's likely to be angry and at least mildly violent. Also he's only wearing boxers, so there's that.]
And now - nothing. They'd shut him down once or twice like this at Rosenkrüs, as a punishment; they'd always had their ways of controlling their psychic charges. It was always effective. The absence of what should be there is isolation, vulnerability, and paranoia all rolled together in one convenient package...and it's far worse now because he's not at Rosenkrüs anymore, Esset should be in complete disarray, and this should not be happening to him now.
He's out of bed in moments and only further incensed to find that his clothes - and, far less surprisingly, his gun - are gone, and an angry rummage through the closets and drawers reveals nothing he'd wear unless Crawford ordered it. And then he sees the phone.
Anyone listening will hear him jabbing at some numbers before he listens at the earpiece. Then, when he doesn't hear a dial tone or a call being completed, he snarls into the phone.]
You've shut me down, so you know what I'm capable of. And now I've seen what you're capable of. But unless you plan on keeping me locked up here forever - and I can guarantee you, that's never worked out well for anyone before - then it's time to talk business. You give everything back, and I do mean everything, and then you tell me what you want done, and we have an understanding.
But why bring only me? [And then, Schuldig finally focuses long enough to notice the photograph next to the phone.] ...and what is this?
[Housemates, feel free to find Schuldig tearing his room apart, still looking for his things or any devices which might be blocking his telepathy. Be warned, he's likely to be angry and at least mildly violent. Also he's only wearing boxers, so there's that.]
