Twentieth PSI
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Lucas is a wreck. By now, he has forsaken the hat and the mask, and his burn marks are very clearly visible to anyone who didn't guess before. He doesn't particularly care.
1. He stumbles across town like a zombie, smashing into things wherever he goes, barely registering the pain. He stops suddenly in random spots, staring at the floor or at a tree or at a shop window or at a drone. This is where we had ice cream. This is where I bought him the present. This is the bench where he listened to my story . . . This is where . . . This is . . .
2. In school, he keeps his head down and buried and sits in a far corner. His shoulders occasionally heave.
3. At home, he shuts himself in his room. Family members or those who visit him will find drawing after drawing after drawing of a certain person strewn all across the floor, each one with slash marks through the face. Is he already forgetting? Is he losing the smile, the laugh, the voice?
[action, forward-dated, open to Taiwan, Saki, and Mindy]
A full day after his meeting with Taiwan, Lucas enters the house uninvited. He doesn't care about not being selfish anymore. He has remembered -- There is something very precious he needs to get back, the symbol and the memory that he absolutely needs.
He finds it in the basement. True to his word, the Netherlands has framed the very first drawing that Lucas has ever made, of Miffy and Hello Kitty enjoying a picnic in a park. Propped up beside it is the best piece of art that Lucas has ever produced: a drawing of the two of them, laughing and happy, so closely resembling each other in looks that they could've passed as a father and a son.
He is about to leave with his treasures when he catches a glimpse of something else out of the corner of his eye. A shoebox. For 'Lucas'. His hands shake as he pops the lid; he stares at what's inside.
"Mr. Netherlands . . . . . . . I . . . I . . . OK. I'll keep going. I'll keep fighting . . . "
((I have been informed that Lucas has been left notes of all the conversations the Netherlands has had with Jane Smith, the Westport notes, and Richard Grey's wallet. Also, Nini, if you don't mind, I think I will forward-date that conversation they just had to after this.))
Lucas is a wreck. By now, he has forsaken the hat and the mask, and his burn marks are very clearly visible to anyone who didn't guess before. He doesn't particularly care.
1. He stumbles across town like a zombie, smashing into things wherever he goes, barely registering the pain. He stops suddenly in random spots, staring at the floor or at a tree or at a shop window or at a drone. This is where we had ice cream. This is where I bought him the present. This is the bench where he listened to my story . . . This is where . . . This is . . .
2. In school, he keeps his head down and buried and sits in a far corner. His shoulders occasionally heave.
3. At home, he shuts himself in his room. Family members or those who visit him will find drawing after drawing after drawing of a certain person strewn all across the floor, each one with slash marks through the face. Is he already forgetting? Is he losing the smile, the laugh, the voice?
[action, forward-dated, open to Taiwan, Saki, and Mindy]
A full day after his meeting with Taiwan, Lucas enters the house uninvited. He doesn't care about not being selfish anymore. He has remembered -- There is something very precious he needs to get back, the symbol and the memory that he absolutely needs.
He finds it in the basement. True to his word, the Netherlands has framed the very first drawing that Lucas has ever made, of Miffy and Hello Kitty enjoying a picnic in a park. Propped up beside it is the best piece of art that Lucas has ever produced: a drawing of the two of them, laughing and happy, so closely resembling each other in looks that they could've passed as a father and a son.
He is about to leave with his treasures when he catches a glimpse of something else out of the corner of his eye. A shoebox. For 'Lucas'. His hands shake as he pops the lid; he stares at what's inside.
"Mr. Netherlands . . . . . . . I . . . I . . . OK. I'll keep going. I'll keep fighting . . . "
((I have been informed that Lucas has been left notes of all the conversations the Netherlands has had with Jane Smith, the Westport notes, and Richard Grey's wallet. Also, Nini, if you don't mind, I think I will forward-date that conversation they just had to after this.))
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:33 pm (UTC)Fine . . . It's nothing. It's nothing.
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:35 pm (UTC)[Lucas's head swivels towards the one who called his name as he simply stops in place.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:38 pm (UTC)It takes some time for him to respond, although his mouth occasionally moves silently in the meantime.]
You . . . You're . . . that voice.
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:39 pm (UTC)A-are you... Lucas, what happened?
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:48 pm (UTC)[Nothing has happened. Nothing is what he feels.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:57 pm (UTC)I'm more than a voice, kid.
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 06:37 pm (UTC)Whole buncha witches runnin' this town. Bein' this town. Responsible for all the bad shit goin' down.
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:38 pm (UTC)Hey.
[he pauses. what to say... he's not the type of person who likes to talk about his problems, so he's not sure Lucas would be either. So he decides to take a different approach to his worries.]
Umm... this may not be any of my business but if you're not feeling well, you don't have to be in school. Don't push yourself, you know?
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:43 pm (UTC)I hurt you . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:23 pm (UTC)1
Date: 2010-10-18 07:25 pm (UTC)Excuse me, are you alright?
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:25 pm (UTC)[Why deny it? But then she just shakes her head.]
It doesn't matter. What are you doing?
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 08:20 pm (UTC)[His thoughts have been pulled away from his sorrow, if only momentarily, and he struggles to bring to mind what had happened.]
It was because . . .
[Too long of an explanation and too much effort to say.]
I'm sorry.
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:21 pm (UTC)I'm fine . . . Sorry . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:22 pm (UTC)"...Hello? Is someone there?"
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:28 pm (UTC)[There is another long and pregnant pause as Lucas's head slowly sinks back behind his arms. Yes. Horohoro was right. He'd gone to school . . . Why? . . . There was no point. It was routine.
But if he had stayed at home, he would've just cried and cried and cried.]
I know.
. . . I'm OK.
Sorry . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:30 pm (UTC)[Lucas ponders that for a few moments before deciding that the person in front of him was probably mentally unstable.]
No . . .
They're not witches.
They're just people. People who do terrible things. Terrible people who do terrible things . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:33 pm (UTC)You . . .
[For some reason, this was very funny. He could almost laugh.]
Oh. Oh, you think . . . Oh. No. I'm fine. I am a doctor. Better than the drones. It's fine . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:39 pm (UTC)[one hand comes up to absentmindedly trace over her cheek, and her green eyes become glassy]
You should've hit harder, anyway.
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:39 pm (UTC)[Taiwan will probably see the two pictures laid out flat on the floor by the stairs before she sees Lucas kneeling over the shoebox.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 08:42 pm (UTC)