~~~~RP1~~~~

He takes the cloth and works beside him, good at getting out bloodstains.
(bleh)

Shadow sits back finally looking up as they finished. He sighed looking up at him and Joker a strained expression crossing his features.

"You alright?" Ram asks. Joker was now standing near the door, right claw twitching ever so slightly.

SHadow sniffed. "FIne. Dandy. Friking spectacular." He said bitterly, running a hand over where his eye had been. Not being able to see the same way bothered him immensely. It was much like losing a limb and the fact that Kat might think he was ugly burdened him deeply.

Ram sighs, having nothing to say.

Shadow milled about the house cleaning everything twice over. He went through reorganizing things before spiraling into the third loop. He sat int the corner of one of the rooms uninhabited by anyone. He pulled a small pocket knife out of his pocket twirling it about in his hands as his eyes glossed over with the same greyish light they did when this happened. In less than a minute he was laughing hysterically over his bleeding wrists as they dripped on the carpet.
(boop)

Distortion had wandered back to the house, looking better than when he left, but was now in charge od keeping Joker under control. The high-rank couldn't stand the scent of blood in his nose anymore. It was driving him insane. He hisses dangerously at Distortion, who had him held against a wall. His right claw continued to twitch as he squirmed and tried to get free. The instinct that kept every patchie alive was something they couldn't get rid of, no matter how old, no matter how hard they try. The scent of blood meant wounds, which meant weakness, which in turn meant an opportunity to add to and repair the body he now possessed.
(bleh, rushed vague, explanatory horrible, cliche, thing.)

Shadow writhed about drawing things in his skin with the cold steel laughing, his eyes wide and bloodshot behind the grey mask. He whispered things between laughing fits nothing that was coherent or made any sense.
(no worries. :3)

Ram followed the smell of blood, wanting to help Joker if he could. He begins going through rooms, looking for the cause of his owners trouble.
(bleh)

Shadow began writing on the mirror in his native tounges using his blood and a paint brush he found in a nearby drawer. This loop was from his years spent alone in New York when his insanity was more pronounced and more regular.

(bleh, can't sentence, skip me plz, and just say Ram found him or sumthin >.<)

(kk :3)
Shadow ran at Ram tackling him and jamming his fangs into whatever flesh he could get a hold of still laughing hysterically. in this loop he felt stronger. More powerful. More blood flowed through his veins than anytime before as at this time Shadow did speed often to make it better. TO make him a little more sane though often without prevail.

Ram fights back, using his staff against Shadow and trying to cast an illusion over him of a pitch black space.
(bleh, srry)

Shadow angrily zips about the room cursing in tounges*
(bleh stuff is fuzzy for both me and shadow atm)

Ram simply watches, keeping the illusion and changing it slowly as not to break it. It was becoming a cage that would keep him in a smaller area away from other things in the room.

Shadow got up gripping the ceiling of the cage near to barking before the grey veil over his eyes vanished and his strength failed leaving him falling to the ground. "What the hell...."

Ram makes the illusion shift again, the bars of the cage changing to snakes and curling up on the ground, glowing eyes watching Shadow. "You done?" He asks, rubbing a few bright scratches on his neck, frustrated that more blood was shed, not helping Joker at all.

"Huh?" Shadow asked utterly confused as to what had just happened. His eyes reached the mirror and then his skin and he jumped back into the corner as if backing away from an unseen danger though the danger itself resided in his head and he was terrified and confused.

ram sighs again, dismissing the illusion he had made. Stuff like this happened within the circus troupe occasionally, but he still didn't know how to deal with it.
(blehblehbleh)

Canus appears in the door way looking from ShAdow to ram to the words on the mirror. He stared at the mirror for a moment before approaching Shadow. "Loop?" Canus asked his hair falling into his face again.

Ram leaves now that there was someone to watch Shadow.

Canus tended to Shadow and put him in his bed remaining in the room until Shadow fell into a state of sleep though his eyes remained grey and open. Canus went downstairs and curled up on the couch near Kat watching her carefully as she slept.

Katia slept deeply,seeming calm, not showing the horrors she was facing within her while her body struggled to recover. Her blood was slowly filling her lungs even now, and soon she would wake in the midst of another coughing fit.
Distortion eventually gets Joker to calm down and the high-rank leaves again to take a walk, knowing that he needed to do something so as to not hurt his friends.

(idk skip please shadow is out of it and canus is idk canus is just canus)

There was a scratching and shuffling from somewhere, then a scratching of a pencil on paper. A filthy notebook had appeared on the coffee table, and words were quietly being written on it by an unseen hand. "It's quiet here." it writes.
(;3 there we go~)