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~ Barty is digging. Feverishly and obsessively digging. If his hands weren't already black from frost-bite then perhaps the skin would have completely worn away by now, it's difficult to tell. The wet mud freezes to his hands in filthy frozen clumps, making it appear as though he's wearing a pair of lumpy mittens. Yet still he continues, unable to stop his limbs as they tunnel him deep into a collapsing, makeshift shaft.

He hasn't a clue where Regulus is, or even where he is any more - everything is damp and black - his eyes clamped as tight as iron, unwilling to budge. Hurting himself or even Reg - that would have been understandable, even acceptable, but this self-made mudprison has overreached some critical boundary.

It's reasonably certain that Barty Crouch, Jr. has long since surpassed anyone's trapped-in-their-own-mind-horrifically quota, and, presently, with mud freezing in his hair as it slops down around him with the threat of imminent entombment, he decides that Hell has officially become overkill.

He screams, though he's fairly certain he's been doing that all along. ~

Date: 2010-01-28 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*mud slops down around Regulus, drizzling down onto his head and uncovering what appears to be some poor shade's femur buried in the swamp*

Date: 2010-01-28 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*Regulus opens his mouth to call for Barty again and his head promptly shoves itself into the mud*

Date: 2010-01-29 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*face smears around in the mud like an unfortunate paintbrush*

Date: 2010-01-29 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*Regulus has drowned and suffocated more times than he can count but it still frightens him just as much as it did when he died in 1979, it still makes his heart pound in terror, his lungs try to suck in a breath but all he gets is sludge while his mutinous body almost sensually suffocates him - or, as sensually as forcing someone to inhale mud can be*

Date: 2010-01-29 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*in the melting hollow underground Regulus' spindly fingers contort in desperation as his watery, mud-filled lungs scream for air, then, as if to add a rotten cherry onto this mudslide, razor sharp teeth dig into his skin as a worm latches onto his cheek*

Date: 2010-01-29 08:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*deprived of air for a shorter amount of time than Barty, Regulus thrashes in deranged twitches under the earth as the pang of oxygen deprivation and fear control his body more than whatever unseen forces brought him to this point, the worm has made it through his cheek to gnaw mercilessly on his tongue*

Date: 2010-01-29 09:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*Regulus is nothing more than a pile of twitching mud*

Date: 2010-01-30 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*something scratches Barty's side*

Date: 2010-01-31 09:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*a mud bubble pops on the surface*

Date: 2010-01-31 09:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*it scratches again, but weakly*

Date: 2010-01-31 09:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*first, nothing - then the scratch comes again, weakly and softly enough to be recognisable for what it is, fingertips*

Date: 2010-01-31 10:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wetandbothered5.livejournal.com
*the fingertips stay on Barty's side, unmoving*

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