Twentieth PSI
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_gentle_boy[action, multi-topic for everyone]
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 10:07 pm (UTC)"You can do it, Lucas. Just remember, you're not alone."
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:12 pm (UTC)You, too . . . Let's . . . Let's get through this. Together.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:14 pm (UTC)"We'll both be strong. For him."
[Leans over to give him a kiss on the forehead, hugging him again briefly before letting go.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:19 pm (UTC)[He turns away and lets out one last, shuddering gasp before he speaks again. There's something that wouldn't be fair not to share with her . . . He doesn't want to deal with it right now, but.]
. . . Miss Taiwan. Look at this.
[The closed shoebox is offered silently.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:20 pm (UTC)[Taiwan looks down at his name written on the box before opening it up. She's never seen any of these things before, but she can guess at where they came from. Her complexion pales a little as she sifts through the items.]
"...Are these from Westport?"
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:40 pm (UTC)There's more.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:41 pm (UTC)"He... never told me much about Westport."
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:44 pm (UTC)He . . . He didn't want you to worry. It was . . . terrible.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:46 pm (UTC)"I know. It was his way of showing he cared about me. He never wanted me to get involved..."
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:47 pm (UTC)But you should know what we found . . . If there's something you've never seen. You should read it.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:48 pm (UTC)[Can you PM me whatever's in these notes or something? Or should I ask Mekky for it?]
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:56 pm (UTC)((I-I don't know what she had in mind, actually.))
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Date: 2010-10-18 11:05 pm (UTC)"...Thanks for showing me all of this, Lucas. I appreciate it."
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:52 am (UTC)Don't thank me . . . He . . . would've wanted you to see it, too.
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:57 am (UTC)"Yeah... I like to think he would've shown me eventually."
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:03 am (UTC)I . . . I don't think there's anything else.
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:07 am (UTC)"Here you go."
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:11 am (UTC)I-If you find any more of my drawings . . . You can keep them if you want.
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Just . . . maybe not in the night-time.
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Date: 2010-10-19 11:47 pm (UTC)