Twentieth PSI
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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 08:42 pm (UTC)[There's a bit of happy surprise in her voice - she honestly expected he'd never come over again after hearing Netherlands was droned. She walks over and kneels down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder before looking at the pictures and shoebox.]
"It looks like he kept all of this for you..."
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 08:44 pm (UTC)[Mentally unstable would be right, Lucas. Thankfully, you're seeing him on one of his good days.]
[OOC: On another note, dear Lord I feel bad for Lucas having to deal with Gregg here, but I'd decided earlier on that next Lucas post you made I was going to throw Gregg in and welp HERE WE ARE.
But you and Mekky's post with 'Nam made me cry bitch tears. Good job.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:47 pm (UTC)[Lucas remembers that moment so clearly. The first memory he has of the Netherlands.]
We met when he was putting up signs about Miffy. I ripped one down because I thought . . . it was something else.
So I promised I would make a better poster for him . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:51 pm (UTC)"Tell me all about it."
[Now that he's a little calmer than he was the other day, Taiwan figures it'll be good to let him talk things out. She folds her legs, sitting there on the cold basement floor with him.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:05 pm (UTC)If you say so... I'm Miakis, by the way~ What's your name?
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:31 pm (UTC)It's a little better than it was.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:31 pm (UTC)What? . . . Why?
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:34 pm (UTC)Nice to meet you.
[He has never sounded less happy to meet anyone in his life, but it isn't her fault.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:36 pm (UTC)I liked the rabbit.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:38 pm (UTC)[The smile he attempts now is trembling and weak, breaking the moment he makes eye contact with Vietnam. Their conversation has snapped him out of his numbness, but at the same time, it's left him open to the wave of sorrow that continued to engulf him every time he swam free of its current. He turns away now, swallowing hard to keep himself under control.]
Thanks.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:38 pm (UTC)[Smiles, laughing lightly.]
"He and Japan always fought over which one was cuter."
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:40 pm (UTC)((Don't worry about it! It's a change of pace from the other comments. Gregg is getting a different reaction out of Lucas than just trying to console him would be.
I am such a loser I apologize.))
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:41 pm (UTC)[She turns to go and head back towards her motorbike, but once she's on it she'll idle for a bit, watching him to make sure he's not still running into things.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:45 pm (UTC). . .
He starts to tremble again, all of a sudden. With a shock, he realizes . . . This is like . . . This is exactly like what he had done three years ago. Sorted through his mother's letters. Cried over his brother's favorite shirt. Tremblingly deciding what should be thrown out and what should be kept.
It is like the Netherlands is dead.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:51 pm (UTC)[said bitterly, almost with a tone of betrayal]
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:52 pm (UTC)"This must be so hard for you, Lucas... but I'm here, okay? I... I know we're not as close as the two of you were, but I loved him a lot too, so maybe we can help each other through this."
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 10:04 pm (UTC)But there is no reason that this time couldn't be the same way . . . He places his free hand over Taiwan's hand and whispers.]
I'm done . . . I'm sorry. I . . . I have to be strong.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 10:07 pm (UTC)"You can do it, Lucas. Just remember, you're not alone."
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:10 pm (UTC). . . Go? I-I . . . I'm going . . . Um. Somewhere . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:12 pm (UTC)You, too . . . Let's . . . Let's get through this. Together.