Δ: Alone

[thinkinman]

[Delta's room has been replaced with a large cell, much like the fear event. The heavy steel door lets no light in, and he's trapped inside again. Delta's been trying to hide his recent loneliness, and the mansion's exaggerating that by putting him in almost complete isolation. Inside the room is are whitewashed walls with no furniture, and a static white noise fills the hall from inside.]

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I need help. My room is..blocked off.

Comments

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that blow the door in? And like.. hit you?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Maybe not. If the explosion is small enough, staying away from the door in the back of the room should be fine.

It's worth a try. I can't stay in here for long.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Do you know.. how to use explosives? Because I don't. If you wanna talk me through it?

I'm not even sure if the closet will make it for me right now.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Not really. I've only used my launcher, and I don't have that now.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Let me see what I can come up with from the closet.

*He goes in an adjacent room. However the closet really only wants to chuck pills and masks and straight jackets and hospital scrubs at him. He manages to get a flare gun... which won't be all that effective and something that looks like dynamite.

He hopes it's dynamite. It's even cartoonishy red.*