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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm here because I tried to kill people. Tried! I never actually killed anyone so really, intent to kill is just complete bullshit and I should not be in here for another ten to fifteen years! I can't stay here any longer, my brain hurts and they keep changing the locks which is really pissing me off." Because he kept breaking them. No one broke out and got brought back quite as many times as Axel did. "Whatever, it's dumb!"

He was agitated and it was obvious because being restless and being locked up didn't go hand in hand. "I do want a comic." It was said with a childish huff. "I like Jughead."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, you dumbass. He's Archie's best friend... you know? From Archie comics. Though I hear they rebooted that shit while I've been in here and now it's all young, sexy and gritty." He liked the dumb comics about hamburgers and crazy misunderstandings. He didn't want serious stuff in his fun times. Mostly because he didn't handle serious well. "Though the kid that plays Jughead is hella sexy, just saying." Like damn.

Axel leaned back in his seat and pulled his legs up, smiling at Hartley. "When we get out, if I can pet the rats as well as hold them, I'll hold off killing long enough for us to marathon Riverdale. Deal?"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"No! God, no. No. Come on, I can't take those things. They mess with your head and they change you, that's what dad said about mom and it was so right. As soon as she ditched them, she was herself again. And she told me that, like, after she did it that sometimes the government puts stuff in them so they can track you and shit. And that's probably how we got found." A very informed woman, clearly, but Axel looked around faintly paranoid, gripping the phone close with one hand while the other wrapped around himself. "Can't you just help me break out instead? It's more fun to be outlaws! We can steal a car, go cross country. Maybe a new state. Star or Gotham or something."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's like if someone strapped them on you twenty-four/seven and they came with gross side-effects. That's what it's like. Not at all like glasses." Axel huffed in annoyance, wishing Hartley didn't talk like this. This was who he was, the real him. Why did Hartley like that? He ground his teeth and looked off elsewhere. "Don't you like me?" Why did he visit if he had such a problem? "I am what I am. I can't help it. I shouldn't have to dope myself up to change it."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I'm fine." Axel wasn't fine but to do what Hartley was asking was like betraying his mother and his father, it was going against his family and what they believed. Chaos ruled and medication was mind control. Clearly. He bit his lower lip and tried to calm himself down, hating that he was so easily worked up by Hartley. He didn't even mean to but here he was, already spiralling inside his head.

"Club convos tend to be a whole lot of nothing anyway. Usually just asking where best to go to fuck somewhere." He smiled a little to himself. "We talked in a club once."
trickedya: (#winning)

[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I said I wanted to marry you and run away with you." Well, he had been trying to play it cool. Axel cracked up, unable to help himself, looking at Hartley with a brightness in his eyes. Playful and happy. "You were cute and my age, you were in the same business. I got very excited. I kept trying to confess a love I just decided I had for you all night. Luckily the loud music stopped me."

Even he knew it was too soon when he was off his meds but that was him. He fell so fast. "Not that I wouldn't marry you on the spot if I had half the damn chance."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"We could still make it happen. Sometimes Lisa hits me up sometimes with ideas but ... I mean I'm usually unable. They take my phone or I get dragged back in." He did miss the rogues, the one or two times they hung out was the closest thing he'd ever had to friends. He know they all found him annoying but it wasn't harsh annoyance, it was fun. Like siblings. Like family.

"When Snart left, he kinda screwed us, huh?"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Snart kinda was the good side, though. Let's face it, he's all about robbing the rich and giving back, keeping a little sum for us and playing with the Flash. That was fun." To Axel, in this state of mind, it wasn't enough but it had been once. They'd all had a lot of fun playing around but it never really took off. Which is funny, it was kind of what Hartley was looking for once.

Now he was way more goodie, goodie. "My wall looks great. I love my ratties! I tell everyone about them. No one cares but I do."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks. It makes my room feel like I have guests." He talked to the rats sometimes, imagined hanging out with Hartley, holding the rats and just hanging out. He hated to be alone and this place, it gave him that feeling. He had to get out soon, he knew he had to. He wanted to be in the real world again, to live and breathe fresh air, to touch.

He wished he could touch Hartley. He reached out and touched the glass-- ew, it was sticky. "Come back again real soon, yeah?"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2018-01-24 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like having visitors. Or ... visitor." Axel smiled and shifted in his seat, eyeing the glass tentatively. "Bring me a comic." Hopefully Hartley could pull this off, he'd love some reading material made for his own age range. Or mental age range. "And maybe we can talk about ... other stuff, you know, down the line. If I wanna." And by other stuff, he means meds. In a roundabout way. Maybe... Maybe for Hartley. Maybe.