I don't want the world [Closed]

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Characters: Vriska Serket and John Egbert
Location: Shibusen jail.
Rating: PG-13
Time: November 4
Description: John pays a visit to everybody's favourite spidertroll.

Jail was boring.

It was incredibly boring, excruciatingly boring, the most intensely, agonisingly boring of boring experiences that Vriska had ever endured. She actually wanted to die.

Well, not really.

But by the third day, she found herself wanting to want to want to die, which was about as close as a troll could get; it was certainly the closest Vriska was going to get--consigned to rot, ignored and alone, in an ugly, tiny, cramped cell, she lay idle, left with nothing to do but sink deeper into her own thoughts.

Vriska, however, didn't idle well. She tossed and turned, alternatively sprawling on the bunk in apathetic fatigue and pacing the cell agitatedly. She was in a miserable, bitter, angry place, and her state of mind was growing darker and more restless by the day.

Even the trashing of the city's festival hardly made her feel better now.

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[conheir]

If he was going to be honest, he had put off his plans to visit Vriska quite a bit.

Of course, there was that whole Halloween fiasco too! That definitely set things back. But as much as he wanted to know why this admittedly really cool troll that he met attacked this also really cool friend that he made, it was all so confusing and he really didn't know how to handle this! Of course attacking Kurt was wrong, and it was angering to think about, but--...

But!


... bluhhh. He didn't know how to finish that statement.

That was why he had to come here eventually, though!! He had to figure all this out eventually, however much it befuddled him.

He entered the visiting area, spotting a single chair to sit on. And wow, Vriska looked down, to say the least! And for a brief moment, John forgot all of the chaos with the Kurt attack and couldn't help but feel... well, sad, to be honest. He knew that sitting in here for so long would make him go pretty nuts!

So he sat down, and spoke with wariness and hesitance...

"Vriska?"