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Conri moved slow, dragging his knees over the ground beneath the hot sun. His head was held low, eyes shut tightly as he went along, dragging and crawling until the point that his head crashed into the ground, resting a small distance from his knees. Glassy jade eyes stared out across the foreign lands, staring at nothing and everything all at once. The laughter in his head was overwhelming, screaming in his ears and taunting him, and he just wanted it to all go away. Finally, bracing his arm against the ground, the hybrid brought himself to sit up on his knees.
Fingers traced over the ground, sweeping across it until his hand came across an object. It was hard and thick, fitting just perfectly in his hand. Fingers curled around it slowly, finally bring it up and toward his face, staring at it a moment. A rock, or a piece of one, with slightly jagged edges. Life came back to his eyes then, erupting into a sudden laugh that was somehow tangled with a faint sob. Conri brought the edge of the rock to his head, just in front of his right ear, pressing it there and twisting, insistent on digging the laughing voice out.
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[html] Someone had been visiting Asanotohl, that much he had picked up through a series of smells and sounds. She had done well so far when it came to settling in with them, having already built something that possibly rivaled, if not beat out what Laurent had done. Laurel had taken a liking to her like he had the others, finding that her youthful spunk added a touch of something that hadn't really been there before. As for him, aside from lounging around the territory or venturing around the lake shores, he stayed underneath the canopy of the forest. It had been raining too much lately to merit any serious travel in his estimation, though he was tempted to cut the distance and venture to the forest in the northeast, where he had met Talitha.
Once again, the sun was absent from the sky but not in the sense that mattered too much; he only knew it was missing by the grumbling of the sky and the thick fog that rolled off of the lake heavy and through the trees. Hands in the pockets of his pants, he felt a bit like a zombie meandering around with not much to do so far, weighed down by the damp air and smothered all the same. But something else caught his attention, maybe it was the sobbing, maybe it was the faintest tinge of blood on the wind that caught it and firmly held it. Ever since Ember had run off, he assumed his problems where over with for the time being.
Lady Luck, she simply didn't see it that way.
It took him a moment when he first saw the young man sitting there to figuring out just what he was doing. But when he actually figured out what was going on, Laurel wasn't sure if his blood started to boil or if it ran cold. It sent shivers up his spine as he darted forward, ignoring the laughter and grasping his one arm sharply. “What's the matter with you?” he said, the first expression coming to his face worth mentioning was one of concern, but coloured in anger. “Just what the hell are you doing to yourself?” [/html]
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No matter how much he pushed and twisted, the laughing wouldn't stop. It just got louder and louder, screaming in to his ears and his head. The pain that it caused was excruciating, throbbing and, at times, sharp. He wouldn't give up though, he pressed it there harder, twisted and turned, and when that didn't work he was ready to bash it against his head. That didn't happen though. Conri didn't even hear the stranger there, didn't know he was there until he already had hold of his arm.
The young male twisted himself around, bringing his head up to look desperately at the male who had stopped his actions. "You can't hear it?" He whispered the question, a pained expression painted across his face. Of course he couldn't hear it. None of them had been able to. "The laughing won't go away.." And he was almost laughing himself, voice resting on the verge of hysterics. "I'm gonna make it go away." It was as simple as that, at least in his own head, and he tugged at his restrained armed, fully intending to finish his work.
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Of course he couldn't hear the voices that were no doubt in the man's head, but Laurel wasn't about to let go of his one good arm either. His grip only tightened when he tried to pull it away, leaving the coyote to grit his teeth in a silent debate. There had been a slew of strange things going on, things that he didn't even want to describe. First the random girl with the broken arm and the cuts, and then this. It was purely crazy and enough to make him wished he had something strong to drink right then and there. But since he was unable to do that, he found himself lying. “Yeah, I hear the laughing. I know what you're talking about,” and he found it too easy to keep his voice serious enough to be believed. “Do you know who they are?” Did he know why they were laughing?
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The moment that the other man spoke Conri stopped trying to pull his arm back. Instead, his hand opened to release the rock to the ground, which landed with a soft thud. Jade eyes were suddenly wide, searching the face of the stranger with the faintest bit of disbelief. Could it be possible that he wasn't just crazy? Maybe someone was following him around to try and make him think so. "No.." He answered finally, giving a faint shake of his head to accompany his words. "They just keep laughing. Sometimes loud and sometimes not." But how could no one have noticed it before? Were they all in on it? "For a few days now, that's how long I've heard it. Everywhere."
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Maybe having only heard it for a few days was explained why he was trying to gouge his brain out of his skull, but Laurel didn't really know. He didn't hear voices in his head other than his own, so he didn't really know what to do for the guy. “Have you tried to take anything for it?” Drugs, liquor, something that might have put him into enough of a stupor that the voices would just be white noise Even if it cancelled out the day eventually, he thought it may have been worth something.
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"You can take things for it?" He asked then, almost immediately after the words left the other male. There was some hint of hopefulness in his voice, something inside of him that stirred and wanted to believe that it would be that simple. He had said he heard the laughing also, which meant that he likely knew more than Conri. Perhaps he had found something make the laughter go away. "Where do you find it at?" Not even given a chance to answer the first question. He was wasting time being there if there was actually something like that, something that could take the laughter away. He needed to find it.
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_____Hoo boy, this kid was certainly a mess. Maybe not in the sense that he heard voices in his head, but in the sense that he was trying to lobotomise himself thinking it would fix things. Maybe give him a brain bleed and let something funky in there, but Laurel didn't think taking out his brain would do any good. Or whatever he was trying to do, maybe smash it in. Kill himself, he didn't know. “Yeah, of course there is. Man made a lot of things to fix himself,” so therefore with that logic, it had to work for them. “But they've got that kind of stuff all over the city, all sorts of crazy shit.” Drugs, for instance, maybe that was the way to go. Laurel had his own little run ins with that stuff once before and needless to say, whatever he had been screwed up about had gone away. Though emotional things like anger were… different.
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