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 04:27 pm (UTC)Lucas...!
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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 05:39 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 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 09:31 pm (UTC)It's a little better than it was.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 10:10 pm (UTC). . . Go? I-I . . . I'm going . . . Um. Somewhere . . .
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Date: 2010-10-18 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 12:46 am (UTC)[That is a lie. He was at home and crying.]
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 01:10 am (UTC)Crowe . . . Thanks. But . . . I don't think rest will help.
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:31 am (UTC)This isn't... Lucas, what happened? I...
[He's wrestling between giving you mother hen treatment, and trying not to pry.]
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Date: 2010-10-19 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 03:52 pm (UTC)H-hey, it's alright. You can tell me.
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:05 am (UTC)[Lucas reaches up to cover his face with a hand, as if that will somehow keep him from feeling the pain that rises in him once more.]
He left me . . .
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:16 am (UTC)[Crowe knew that feeling all too well. Some of the people he was the closest with here have all left, and yet here he was, still in Mayfield.]
They...sent someone you knew home, huh...
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:40 am (UTC). . . Someone I loved . . .
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Date: 2010-10-20 03:04 am (UTC)[He didn't sound too convinced of that. After all, Mr. Hughes....]
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Date: 2010-10-20 03:12 am (UTC)[The Netherlands is gone. That is the worst. But close behind was the thought that despite everything he had gone, despite how much he had promised himself that he would be strong, despite how much he knows the Netherlands would hate to see him this way . . .
He is still so weak.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-20 03:28 am (UTC)Heavy breathing and the occasional gasp is the only response Crowe will receive.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 11:50 am (UTC)Come on. Let's get you back to your house.
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