this old place again

[Gallows]

Oh. My. God. (Whoops, that was a bit valley girl, even for me) You've got to be kidding me. This is probably the best conversation I'm about to have ever. It's like being on a three way call. And two of the three people are completely out of their mind. Okay, maybe all three. How am I supposed to judge who is sane anymore? I've seen way too many wierd things in my life not to appreciate them. Most people spend their life trying to avoid the abnormal, but I actively look for the odd. I'm not normal. Define normal for me, and you'll discover you aren't that either. Listening to the pace of his thoughts is like tuning into the in between of two radio stations. I can hear him before he's fully stopped nearby, and I twitch an ear like a fly is buzzing around. Most people have some control over their thoughts. Your brain is like a box that you can shut or close away the things you want to hide, even from yourself. Of course, I just so happen to have the lock to every box, but I still have to use it. This one, Sleaze, his mind is more like a sieve. He may have tried to lock things away, but only part of his brain is fooled. The rest is… leaking. Images flash before my eyes. Wolves with a howl so terrifying I stiffen, trees that tower, whispered and then shouted words. I recoil mentally, and hope I haven't stunned the stallion with the force with which my mind recedes from his. I look at him, and speak dryly, "You're either on something, or you need to be on something." Slowly, like tiptoeing into a cold pool, I file back into his mind. There are remnants of so many lives lived here. I can't tell if he even knows how deeply the damage goes. There's something else, too… possession? He seriously has possession? Oh man, that's got to make life interesting. I grin darkly. "I'm Gallows. And I'm pretty sure it's completely my pleasure to meet you." G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.

ooc: I love it. SO much. Do whatever you want. ;-)