Lucas (
a_gentle_boy) wrote2011-01-02 10:49 pm
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Twenty-Eighth PSI
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[There is fumbling on the phone line for a few seconds and a bit of hesitant breathing, as if the speaker isn't sure whether or not he should say what he's about to say. When he finally gets the words out, though, they are spoken firmly, with confidence.]
I believe him.
I'm not going to ask anyone else to, but . . . I do. I don't think for a second that he can really get us out of here, but I think he's trying to help us. It's not out of selflessness or anything -- There's some reason we can't understand . . . If it makes sense, though, I think . . . I think whatever he's after, it's better for him if we escape than if we stay. It's not for our sake. But I believe him.
We've fought so hard for so long. So when somebody offers to help us for the first time . . . If we just refuse and say it's a trick to hurt us even more -- Isn't that a victory for them, too? We've all been hurt so deeply that our first reaction is to be afraid. . . . I don't want to become like that. I don't want to become someone who's bitter and frightened and always suspicious. I understand -- I'm naive, and I'm stupid. But I've gotten as far as I have by believing in the good of people, and I won't let Mayfield take that away from me.
. . . He said something to me. 'Keep on keeping on'. . . .
[filtered to Crowe, Kay, Luke, and Ness]
[He's chosen the people he wants to speak with carefully. There are so many people he loves and cares for in this place, but . . . He needs a certain type of person for this. And after carefully considering for another few moments, Lucas slowly and deliberately filters away from his mother. There are some things he doesn't want her to know.]
I have something to show you. It might not be a good time now -- When all of this is over, though, I'd like to ask you to come over when you can. Thanks.
[There is fumbling on the phone line for a few seconds and a bit of hesitant breathing, as if the speaker isn't sure whether or not he should say what he's about to say. When he finally gets the words out, though, they are spoken firmly, with confidence.]
I believe him.
I'm not going to ask anyone else to, but . . . I do. I don't think for a second that he can really get us out of here, but I think he's trying to help us. It's not out of selflessness or anything -- There's some reason we can't understand . . . If it makes sense, though, I think . . . I think whatever he's after, it's better for him if we escape than if we stay. It's not for our sake. But I believe him.
We've fought so hard for so long. So when somebody offers to help us for the first time . . . If we just refuse and say it's a trick to hurt us even more -- Isn't that a victory for them, too? We've all been hurt so deeply that our first reaction is to be afraid. . . . I don't want to become like that. I don't want to become someone who's bitter and frightened and always suspicious. I understand -- I'm naive, and I'm stupid. But I've gotten as far as I have by believing in the good of people, and I won't let Mayfield take that away from me.
. . . He said something to me. 'Keep on keeping on'. . . .
[filtered to Crowe, Kay, Luke, and Ness]
[He's chosen the people he wants to speak with carefully. There are so many people he loves and cares for in this place, but . . . He needs a certain type of person for this. And after carefully considering for another few moments, Lucas slowly and deliberately filters away from his mother. There are some things he doesn't want her to know.]
I have something to show you. It might not be a good time now -- When all of this is over, though, I'd like to ask you to come over when you can. Thanks.
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Well. If you'd like to come over now, you can feel free. . . . I should apologize beforehand, Crowe. You've been through a lot lately.
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[Knock knock, right on schedule.]
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Please come in. Can I get you something to drink or anything . . . ?
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. . . Come up to my room.
[And he begins to slowly lead the way up.]
I'm sorry again about bothering you after all the stuff that's happened lately. You don't have to do anything about it, but . . . this is something I shouldn't keep to myself anymore. I'm telling some other people I trust, too.
I should start at the beginning. Do you know who the Netherlands was -- is?
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Ah, you mean the person? Yes, I met him. I actually remember talking to him about his country. I've visited it before.
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And do you remember everything that happened with him and Jane Smith and the fire in the pharmacy?
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I do remember it... it was pretty terrible. But I doubt I know everything about it.
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Mr. Netherlands never really stopped trying. He kept talking with Jane until they were almost friends, and he was going to try to do it again when he . . . went.
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I don't think it has anything to do with that. Um. A lot of people -- maybe you -- would've been sent home if they did things that way, I think.
[By now, they have reached his room. Since he's already shown it to Kay, Lucas stashed the box less securely under his bed and pulls it out now to hand to Crowe.]
These are the records of every conversation he had with Jane Smith after the fire.
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You have them? That's great. This is very valuable. May I take a look...?
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[The notes aren't terribly interesting aside from the fact that the Netherlands has made it clear he would be trying to get Samantha to come around again sometime. And buried somewhere near the bottom is the wallet of one Richard Grey.]
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He picks up the wallet, and looks through it as well.]
Where did you find this...?
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[He'd almost forgotten that was there.]
Mr. Netherlands found that in Westport.
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Sorry for late again; a lot of stuff came up. Feel free to ignore.
it's okay, i will backtag forever
Alright, I won't. But it's good to know. Any information is helpful.
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Mr. Netherlands always kept it secret, and he trusted me with it after he was gone, so . . . I don't want to do anything he wouldn't have done.
. . . I think . . . I want to keep on with it, too.
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Fair enough. Thanks again, then, for trusting me with this.
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[Realizing they could probably be at the thanking game for a few hours, Lucas begins to pack the things back into the box carefully, although if Crowe is paying attention, he may see the boy slipping the wallet into his own pocket. Better hide them separately . . . ]
Um. Crowe? Can I ask you something?
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Of course.
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[This is said in an almost nonchalant tone of voice as Lucas glances down and pays far too much attention to making sure that the box's lid is on properly.]
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You've been through a lot here Lucas, and don't amazingly well. That takes a lot of strength.
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[Darn box. The lid just wasn't going on right.]
I believe everything I said on the phone, but . . . that's not why I voted. It's because . . . It's because I'm tired. I'm really tired, Crowe.
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