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 05:48 am (UTC)This old witch town not lettin' Old Gregg find it.
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:57 am (UTC)[It sounds like the person was offering to take him somewhere. He was supposed to say no to that, he thinks.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:04 am (UTC)You sure no one put no hoo-doo on you?
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:22 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 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 08:44 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 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: 2010-10-19 03:47 am (UTC)[No. All you need to apologize for is being massively fuckin' awesome Wighty. That's all.]
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Date: 2010-10-19 04:06 am (UTC)((T-Thank you. But it is probably unhealthy. =( ))
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Date: 2010-10-19 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-20 02:36 am (UTC)