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13stepsbeyond[A beach. He was at the beach. Beyond took a moment to just wait, calmly, not jumping to any conclusions yet. Just wait... He'd been having strange dreams, randomly blacking out at times... It would make sense for this to be just the same.
The sand under his hands felt real though, uncomfortable against just scarring burns. Reality. A concept he might or might not have lost grasp on, these days. But Beyond supposed, let this be real or not, he could spend the time trying to figure out a solution for this... puzzle. That was all he could see it as. The misconstruction that was life was not a thing he could ever take seriously, but now that his plan had failed, now that his body was nothing but a constant reminder of defeat 'life' had slipped completely past his grasp. What was being alive like? What reasons were there for such a thing? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. Beyond Birthday was a prisoner not only of the California high security prison but more than anything a prisoner of himself, his entire personality buried under a numbness that yet had to fade away. Fading away was a good description for his state though.
Back to the current situation though.
Beyond Birthday, a man covered in scars, with a bandage over one of his eyes and prison clothes on, sat up fully, examining his environment carefully.
That jail would just send the prisoners to field trips was a conclusion he didn't even consider. And drugging and kidnapping by an unknown third party, executed just to leave him out in the open, seemed unlikely, too. It was harder than that.
Next to his body he found a kind of device. It seemed more slim and plain than what he knew, but Beyond didn't let himself be confused by that. Seeing this was the only real hint he had, he looked through it quickly. A kind of cellphone, multi-functioned.
And whoever left it with him was expecting him to use it. Communicate. Let himself be messed with.This didn't seem like a merely result-oriented thing, this was the work of somebody who valued the game more than the goal. At least if it was a simple criminal act, a possibility almost too logical for this illogical situation.
Beyond didn't like the thought of submitting and actually using this thing. For 39 minutes he just stared into empty space. The air was fresh, the light was bright... He was outside. It felt both, relaxingand like a complete mockery.
Then finally he picked up the device again and typed in a text]
Try harder.
[Everything would be determined by the reaction to that. The nature of the game, everything. Everything did not count as much though. Beyond Birthday was merely eyes, merely one eye by now. He did not particularly care for this. He wouldn't play hide and seek with just anybody. He would wait. One way or another, life would go on. Regretfully Beyond had no other choice than to move along with it]
The sand under his hands felt real though, uncomfortable against just scarring burns. Reality. A concept he might or might not have lost grasp on, these days. But Beyond supposed, let this be real or not, he could spend the time trying to figure out a solution for this... puzzle. That was all he could see it as. The misconstruction that was life was not a thing he could ever take seriously, but now that his plan had failed, now that his body was nothing but a constant reminder of defeat 'life' had slipped completely past his grasp. What was being alive like? What reasons were there for such a thing? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. Beyond Birthday was a prisoner not only of the California high security prison but more than anything a prisoner of himself, his entire personality buried under a numbness that yet had to fade away. Fading away was a good description for his state though.
Back to the current situation though.
Beyond Birthday, a man covered in scars, with a bandage over one of his eyes and prison clothes on, sat up fully, examining his environment carefully.
That jail would just send the prisoners to field trips was a conclusion he didn't even consider. And drugging and kidnapping by an unknown third party, executed just to leave him out in the open, seemed unlikely, too. It was harder than that.
Next to his body he found a kind of device. It seemed more slim and plain than what he knew, but Beyond didn't let himself be confused by that. Seeing this was the only real hint he had, he looked through it quickly. A kind of cellphone, multi-functioned.
And whoever left it with him was expecting him to use it. Communicate. Let himself be messed with.This didn't seem like a merely result-oriented thing, this was the work of somebody who valued the game more than the goal. At least if it was a simple criminal act, a possibility almost too logical for this illogical situation.
Beyond didn't like the thought of submitting and actually using this thing. For 39 minutes he just stared into empty space. The air was fresh, the light was bright... He was outside. It felt both, relaxingand like a complete mockery.
Then finally he picked up the device again and typed in a text]
Try harder.
[Everything would be determined by the reaction to that. The nature of the game, everything. Everything did not count as much though. Beyond Birthday was merely eyes, merely one eye by now. He did not particularly care for this. He wouldn't play hide and seek with just anybody. He would wait. One way or another, life would go on. Regretfully Beyond had no other choice than to move along with it]
