DELirium

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█▐ MILES

She’d forgotten. How convenient. He let out an audible sigh as he thought of his next move. At least she appeared to have no ill attentions. She probably just couldn’t control her powers. His anger towards her slowly subsided. “It has both of those, but it won’t be very nice there.” he tried to explain. She obviously wasn’t English. His bet was on Russian or Eastern European, judging by her accent. “You touch people and they scream, you say.. Every time you touch people?” He then questioned. He couldn’t help but feel compassion, even with what she’d put him through. He surely wasn’t going to be able to sleep for a while, practically having lived through a nightmare, but still, her ignorance to her power was enough to have him stand down. “Do you have a place to live?”

❝It is not very nice outside either...❞ Del looked down, pulling at her restraints once more, but in a less aggressive, more curious sort of way. ❝I do not know. I forget a lot and... well more than not.❞ She furrowed her brow. ❝I think so. I do not know of a time when they did not. Before the fire... people did not scream. But... people try to stay away from me anyway... And they don’t even know what happens... or what I see and hear.❞ Del looked up to him at his question, uncertain of how to answer. She thought of the halfway houses that had kicked her out. ❝Outside of the coffee shop...❞ 

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█▐ MILES

He saw what she had done. How it didn’t affect her, how she practically just sang the bloody pulp a lullaby. Everything about this was just a mess and he didn’t know how to react to it. She practically seemed unfazed by it which was the creepiest part of it.

“I’m Miles.” he answered. He was still keeping a distance, as images of the vision he saw came rushing back to him at the mere thought of touching her again. “I’m real.” he then stated firmly, realizing that she wasn’t completely sane. He’d seen it with people before, especially conduits with mental powers like hers appeared to be. “Do you realize you made that man kill himself? You killed someone. You have to go to prison for that.”

❝I am Del.❞ She repeated to him, her Ukrainian accent more prevalent than ever as she found herself growing panicked at the situation explained by her company while simultaneously finding herself thankful that he was, in fact, real. ❝Kill? ...No. I-I would not do that. I do not want to kill.❞ Del shook her head as the memory of such an event remained hidden under the repressive tendencies that kept her from falling apart altogether. ❝Prison? Is there food and blankets in prison?❞ She questioned, her innocent shining through the confused, but ever-changing expressions painted upon her face.

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█▐ KENYA

The emotions radiating from the younger woman was conflicting. Kenya looked from her to the man who seemed to be confused by her. For her part, the empath was still sending subtle calm waves towards the man. Maybe she should direct it towards the girl as well. The man just scoffed and laughed out loud. 

Del furrowed her brow as if almost offended by the way the man laughed at her. She looked to the other woman for only a moment before reaching out to grasp the man’s arm. Within only moments, the man was screaming, his mind twisted into knots by the freckled girl. She quickly let go and fell backwards against the brick wall as she watched him.

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█▐ KENYA

Before she could say anything more to the man, she felt the presence and strong emotions of another beside her. Kenya knew how the man felt, and knowing how this woman was feeling, it didn’t seem like a good combination. “You don’t have to do anything” Kenya insisted. “I’m sure he has better things to do.” In turn, the man’s emotions had calmed down slightly thanks to Kenya’s assistance. He looked at both of them confused and started muttering under his breath. Clearly still irritated. 

Del looked to the woman, realizing that she’d spoken aloud. Her curiosities could not help but to ponder if the woman before her really existed. Looking to the man who continued more quietly, Del felt confused by the man’s sudden change of heart. 

         You could still do it.

❝I will not.❞ She answered both the woman and her mind. ❝You do not wish for him to scream, then? I can make him if he is unkind.❞ Del then turned her attention to the sweaty man. ❝Will you continue to be unkind?❞ Her voice was not chiding as much as genuinely curious.

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█▐ KENYA

Kenya just wanted to make sure she could sign up at the gym near by. She didn’t realize she would have to stop and explain herself to some stranger, right outside the gym. He had stopped her and started asking how if she could lift, and if the gym really was the right place for a woman. Through all his words, she sensed envy and lust. Which was a bit confusing. “I would just like to go inside please.”

Del looked up to the woman from beneath the awning of the gym that had provided her with solace through the past two rainy nights. She’d closed her eyes for only a moment during the morning, but when she awoke, it seemed to be much later in the day. She looked about for the reason she was no longer sleeping and noticed a sweaty man standing before a woman who was clearly uncomfortable. Standing from her spot on the sidewalk, she looked to him. ❝Why can’t she go in? You go in... and you are sweaty before you walk through the door...❞ A craving rose inside of her, she wanted to touch the man, to make him scream. 

                 Do it...

❝I don’t want to...❞ She voiced quietly in the direction of a disembodied voice heard by only the freckled girl.

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█▐ LANCE

Lance watched the girl with apprehensiveness for a couple of seconds but his expression turned a tad bit more tender at her words; sometimes powers were a burden to conduits because of the dangers they represented and apparently this girl was one of the unfortunate ones in that regard. “I won´t hurt them or you, or let you hurt them.” He affirmed with conviction, nodding in her general direction “I will personally make sure you are treated properly.”

❝You won’t?❞ She looked up to him, hopefully. Her other hand rested on her midriff where pain throbbed and where blood began to seep through her shirt. ❝I do not know how to get there... Will you show me?❞ Del looked up to the man with hope in her eyes and nervousness in her shaking hands.

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█▐ SCOUT

“It is no trouble, I promise.” Scout assured as they continued walking. “It’s fine. You can shower there. You’re no bother. I don’t think the trees are bothered, either.” 

Del continued to walk, questions filling her mind with each and ever step she took behind the kind girl. ❝They sounded bothered...❞ She  muttered before chiming in one more. ❝Why are you being kind to me?❞

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█▐ MILES

It wasn’t a hospital, but it wasn’t a prison either. Seeing her restrained put his mind at ease though, as the mere sight of her face had him remember the vision she’d given him. The shot of terror that had gone through his mind just by touching her. She woke up. He kept looking at her, but ignored her questions. This was his turf, he asked the questions.

“Who are you” he proceeded to ask as if he wasn’t going to say anything before she explained herself. “And what did you do to me?” the more important question that he had been dying to ask. “You’re at a secure location with PRIME. There’s no escaping, so I wouldn’t try.” He slowly understood why he’d seen a man bang his head against the wall until he died. If Miles’ had had prolonged exposure to that anxiety he felt, he was sure he would’ve done the same. 

Del watched him in horror as not a single one of her questions were answered. She then proceeded to wonder if he was real or if he was merely another image that only she could see. Perhaps, he was not real at all. ❝I am Del...❞ She explained, hoping that a simple answered would grant her freedom just as more questions followed. 

❝I touched you. People scream when I touch them...❞ The successive, wiggled in her restraints, testing for some sort of leeway only to find none. ❝Why?❞ She looked up at him entirely confused before finally asking the question that bothered her most. ❝Are... you real?❞

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█▐ SEQUENCE TASK #009

Del, like so many individuals with psychotic disorders, is homeless. Del is nomadic in that she moves from place to place within the city. She has been accepted into halfway houses on more than one occasion, but is often kicked out for her behavior or for missing curfew. Del finds solace on the concrete sidewalks of Chicago until she is forced to relocate by shop owners or police.

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‘ you are mine now. ’ ‘ be good and you will live longer. ’ ‘ i could never do this to children. ’ ‘ i don’t know anything with you. ’ ‘ how does the killer get rid of the blood? ’ ‘ he cut the victim into pieces and then wrapped up each one like it was a christmas present. did you ever see anything like that before? ’ ‘ nobody saw anything, heard anything. nothing. ’       ‘ they are only putas. ’ ‘ you’re different. ’   ‘ i think people understand things different when they get older. ’ ‘ you can channel it. control it. choose what… or who… you kill. ’ ‘ you’re going to sprain a frontal lobe. it’s too early to be this clever. ’ ‘ what fun would that be? ’ ‘ how can you joke about it? ’ ‘ the fuck you doing here? ’ ‘ i’m sorry. but now we have to wait. ’ ‘ bastard! ’ ‘ attitude may be all he is. ’ ‘ imagine how i would have felt if he had killed you. ’ ‘ what the hell is that about? ’ ‘ i didn’t recognise you with clothes on. ’ ‘ this isn’t some kind of game here. ’ ‘ i think i’m going to be sick. ’ ‘ my professional reputation is shit. ’ ‘ he’s going to stay right here and he’s going to kill again. ’ ‘ this guy’s a butcher. ’         ‘ i would really like to talk to you. ’ ‘ what are you, a cop or something? ’ ‘ i can’t stop you from… being who you are. ’ ‘ she’s a killer. ’ ‘ my finely tuned body needs coffee to function. ’ ‘ human beings are so resilient, aren’t they? ’ ‘ there’s lots of bad guys out there. i can’t catch them all. ’ ‘ you don’t have time for chasing pussy. ’ ‘ — that means i’m dead and fucked. ’ ‘ i know what you did, and i can do it too. better. ’   ‘ maybe i’m not as smart about it as you are, but i know they’re all gonna be busy covering their own asses for a while. ’ ‘ you’re right for all the wrong reasons. ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me. ’ ‘ i think you might have taken a picture of the killer. ’ ‘ no one will blame you. ’ ‘ something is wrong about you. ’ ‘ either you did something bad, or you know about it. and you’re either hiding it, or you wanna find it by yourself. ’ ‘ how did you know i would want to? ’ ‘ have you done any reading on monsters like us? ’ ‘ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. ’ ‘ stop acting like a fucking lunatic. ’ ‘ cut the shit! ’  

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█▐ OPEN STARTER || the-sequence-rp

Prime HQ. Del looked about the CPD holding cell, rather frantically. She was scared, yes, but that was her normal state. This was a bit different. The demons that swam about in her mind had nowhere to go and only amplified off the wall. One moment she was pacing and the next she could be found in fetal position on the floor while clawing into her own scalp. Rocking, she hummed nursery rhymes to herself, remember when her mother would do the same before they left for good.

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█▐ DONOVAN

“I Uh yeah. That will be fine.”  She hadn’t actually given him a houce before she started to talk to an invisible man. Simpy smiling he tapped into her mind. Seeing what she saw.  Immediately his head began to become fuzzy “Hello Stephen.” He replied as he looked in the direction she was speaking. His nose bleeding as the picture of stephen morphed into something more gruesome in his mind. Clutching his head he backed away and doubled over his mind breaking the telepathic link.

❝Yeah, Stephen is...❞ Del furrowed her brow and looked back to Donovan. ❝I did not even touch I didn’t mean to. Are you alright?❞ Her view of her imaginary friend vanish and her eyes welled with tears that she ignored to tend to Donovan. ❝Your nose is bleeding... You need a tissue... It is all my fault, isn’t it? This is because of me. But... it is not the same. You do not scream like the ones that I have touched... You are different. Why?❞

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█▐ ISABEL

heavy breaths parted isabels’ lips as she slowly came out of the hallucinations. the visions stopped. the voices were no longer there. but, the fear never left. it continue to tremble her small body. she could not get rid of the feeling. if she closed her eyes hard enough, she could see everything. she hated feeling this way. that was when she remembered who had caused it, and she looked up at her with eyes that held so much anger. her hands began to tremble, not with fear, but with a fury that was taking over. claw marks decorated her skin now from where she had scratched herself. her throat felt raspy from all the screaming and begging. and who did isabel blame ? her. 

     ‘ you fucking bitch. you had no right to do that, you coward ! ’ 

Del looked rather confused at the woman’s accusation. ❝I am sorry. I do not understand. I told you not to touch and you touched and I said no. I did not do it one purpose ever. Not even once... I do not understand.❞ She processed her new labels, adding bitch and coward along to the list that included psycho, retard, freak, communist, and weirdo. There were others, of course, but if included, her list might never end. However, she felt it rather important to include that which had been only a recent addition to the list.

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█▐ ZACH

“Are you sure that is what you are and that you’re just not a Conduit with a psionic based ability. I know I am.” In more ways that that girl could imagine really. After all, Zach technically was all psionic conduits in a way. But her claim he was there during a fire, it was possible he was a fire fighter after all but he had been in too many, rescued a lot of people, his memory wasn’t quite clear on it. “But if you are one, you probably should have been detected by now.”

❝I am confused...❞ Del furrowed her brow. She had heard of conduits, but did not recall calling herself any such thing. ❝One what? I did not say that I was anything, just that they called me things, but never conduit. No one called me that. I just showed them what I always see and they scream like I do sometimes.❞ She paused then, realizing that her own psychosis had never lead to her death, maybe injury, but not death.She could not decide if that was fortunate or unfortunate.

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█▐ ZACH

His eyebrow quirked up when the girl had mentioned him being there when she ‘changed’ at first, he had absolutely no idea what she meant by those words. However, after a few seconds, Zach realized that she meant her change from human into Conduit.“Ummmm…no not really. Unless you’re a conduit. Some kind of mental based power would do the trick. Which would mean…” His voice trailed off as Zach remembered that knowledge of the Sequence wasn’t a common thing and telling someone he in a round about way empowered them might have been pushing the envelope. Even still, that something called Successiveswere a thing and his were different than others, being linked together.

❝You were there that day...❞ Del paused. ❝... that night. There was a fire and I was watching it when you showed up and then that man screamed when I touched him...❞ She frowned, pulling her hands back to her midriff as not to accidentally touch anyone and make them experience what she did daily. ❝I’m mental, yes... That’s what they always called me. Mental, sick, psycho, crazy...❞ The words faded off as she silenced herself. ❝What is it that you are thinking?❞

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█▐ SCOUT

“Thank you.” Scout murmured and ducked her head, pulling on one of her curls. The compliment seemed more sincere then one’s she were used to receiving. At her question, Scout began walking by her side hoping she’d follow. “Inside my apartment.” 

❝Apartment? Oh, no I couldn’t go in your home. I’m not clean. I have not showered and... I don’t want to bother you. I already bothered the trees...❞ And they weren’t even talking back to her anymore.