a_gentle_boy: (Needle)
[voice]
[Lucas's voice is quiet, subdued.  Indistinct.  He isn't speaking to anyone in particular more than he is speaking to himself.]

It looks like she got what she wanted.  ...He never would have let her go.  Not like this.  I wonder... who helped her.  ...I wonder if she could have believed that we might have helped her.  But, I guess... she suffered for long enough, didn't she...

[His voice firms up.]

We have to bury her. Miss Ciel, can you do what you did with Mr. Boris? Or since I don't think anyone would punish us for it this time... Burying is probably just fine, too. We can't just keep her there.

For everyone who doesn't know... Her name was Samantha Achewood.  Not Jane.  She was 24 years old and she was born in Fairfield, C-T. Her sisters were Susan and Lisa. Her favorite color was blue; she was a musician and she loved to play the violin. She attended Julliard. That was who she really was.  And that's as much of a eulogy as I can give.  She was herself for the last few hours... I should have found out more about her.

[still voice, as filtered as he can make it]
What she did say...  At least, I think she confirmed it.  She was surprised that I was able to guess.

Lucy is Zemekis.  Everything in this world, he created.  It's all fake.  Just like we've thought.  It was set up to give the survivors of the war somewhere to take refuge.  That note about the simulation... It must be true.

((Responses will probably come a day late, but I will happily backtag when I get access to a computer again.  Sorry, guys.))

Third PSI

Feb. 18th, 2010 11:40 pm
a_gentle_boy: (Nostalgic)
Porky said that he was barred from all other worlds and timelines until he ended up in the Nowhere Islands.  Somehow, I must've gotten through.  I wonder why?  Maybe . . .  Maybe this world needs saving, too.  Maybe we're all here for a reason.  But I . . . I'm really tired.  I'm really tired of having to fight . . . I thought everything would finally get back to normal.  The way they were before Porky came and changed everything.  But I guess.  I guess things won't ever get back to the way they were before.  Even if I do get back home.  And until then, I'll be stuck here.  . . . Alone.

Mom . . . Mom, are you still with me?  Even in this place?  And Claus . . . I saw you.  It looked like you.  It looked like so much like you.  For a moment, I was so happy . . . If you were still alive, I . . . I-It doesn't matter.  It wasn't really you, anyway.  Just another fake.

But you're happy now.  Right, Claus?  You're with Mom.  So . . . Are you with me, too?  B-But I shouldn't be so selfish.  You've finally got a chance to rest.  Please rest, Claus.  I hope . . . I really hope you're happy, wherever you are.  Brother . . .

. . . . . . .

I won't cry.  For the sake of everyone in Tazmily . . . I had to become strong.  And I . . . I won't give up now just because of this.  I know everyone back home is waiting for me . . . So I've got to be strong.  B-Because I promised myself . . . I wouldn't cry again . . . . .

*sniff*

[Lucas is outside in the park, talking to a sunflower.  Feel free to eavesdrop on anything he says, although he thinks he's alone.  Feel free to also catch him after his monologue, still holding on to the sunflower.  He'll be crying really, really hard.]

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