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entrancelogs2017-06-05 07:27 pm
seeingthings) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-05 07:27 pm
[Open] Do you feel the chill crawling at the back of your neck?
Who: Richie Gecko, Seth Gecko, Others
Where: The Lodge
When: Near the end of and post snow storm.
Rating: Swearing, otherwise TBD
Summary: Richie comes back from out of the snowstorm after looking for Kate in a pretty sorry state. Angst ensues.
The Story:
[Closed] For Seth
Richard was nearly frozen to the bone when he finally stumbles back into their room.
He and Clementine hadn't saved anyone. It had been too late to do anything for her friend except shoot her, and Kate hadn't been out there. He'd known that going in that she probably wouldn't be anywhere. That she had probably gone home the way so many people did. But she was going home to die, the same way she would have died out in the storm, so what was really the difference?
There's frost forming on the edges of his skin, in his eyebrows. It's only the fact that he's bundles in heavy coats and gloves and a scarf that he made it back at all, and it was likely through sheer willpower.
He knew Kate's disappearance would fuck up his brother too. Losing both of them wasn't gonna fly.
The door shuts behind him and he leans against it, sliding down until he hits the floor, his expression vacant and lost.
He's not taking this well.
[OTA]
He's not his usually self as he roams around the Lodge. He's always got a bottle of liquor on him, it's never full, and his tie is half undone and hanging loosely around his neck.
This place has never been more fucked up. And to think most people considered this event a 'fun' one. Fuck that.
No skiing for him. He's staying in, people watching, and drinking by himself for the most part, but he's not going to bite if people bother him.
Probably, anyway.
Where: The Lodge
When: Near the end of and post snow storm.
Rating: Swearing, otherwise TBD
Summary: Richie comes back from out of the snowstorm after looking for Kate in a pretty sorry state. Angst ensues.
The Story:
[Closed] For Seth
Richard was nearly frozen to the bone when he finally stumbles back into their room.
He and Clementine hadn't saved anyone. It had been too late to do anything for her friend except shoot her, and Kate hadn't been out there. He'd known that going in that she probably wouldn't be anywhere. That she had probably gone home the way so many people did. But she was going home to die, the same way she would have died out in the storm, so what was really the difference?
There's frost forming on the edges of his skin, in his eyebrows. It's only the fact that he's bundles in heavy coats and gloves and a scarf that he made it back at all, and it was likely through sheer willpower.
He knew Kate's disappearance would fuck up his brother too. Losing both of them wasn't gonna fly.
The door shuts behind him and he leans against it, sliding down until he hits the floor, his expression vacant and lost.
He's not taking this well.
[OTA]
He's not his usually self as he roams around the Lodge. He's always got a bottle of liquor on him, it's never full, and his tie is half undone and hanging loosely around his neck.
This place has never been more fucked up. And to think most people considered this event a 'fun' one. Fuck that.
No skiing for him. He's staying in, people watching, and drinking by himself for the most part, but he's not going to bite if people bother him.
Probably, anyway.
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See that shitty pun, Seth? It was mostly unintentional, but he's serious. He can't die from this, he'll just fall into blissful unconsciousness until he's warm enough to wake up again. Which out in the storm might have been a problem. Now that he's made it inside, not so much.
"It fucking hurts, though." He winces as he shifts his body to get some of these soaked layers off, because they're less soaked and more half frozen against his skin.
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Because that's a helpful comment, but it's the truth. They have no idea what that kind of cold might due to Richie. Not given all their time in Mexico. Not like they really had the desire to travel that far north of the border either.
"Is there anywhere you didn't search? And why didn't you tell me you were out there?" Shaking his head, not accepting the true reality yet. "How many days is it? Three?" His voice tightens, trying not to let it crack in his thoughts about Kate having died out there, even if she'll be coming back.
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He grits his teeth as he tries to bend his arm enough to pull his shirt off over his head, feeling the cold that's settled in his limbs trying to resist the movement.
"Something like that, I don't know." It felt like a lot longer than three days. It felt like forever. "She's not out there. She's not anywhere. And I didn't tell you I was out there 'cause you would have followed me and I'm not exactly thinking very clearly if you couldn't tell."
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"She has to be, or have been," he says, voice rough and broken as he says it. "I'm not accepting the other option. She'll be back." She has to have died. Dead means she comes back. Otherwise it just means...
"Come on. Get on your feet and get in bed," he says, moving to stand up and offering Richie his hand. Offering a hand that is shaking, not even trying to hide that. "And yeah, I would have followed you. We're doing things together again." It was bitter, harsh in a way but it was all emotions that Seth has no idea how to express.
About losing Kate. About losing his brother. About what he has come to accept in Wonderland in a short time and now he's looking at losing. Again.
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At least he got Clem back here in one piece. It felt strange to care that much, but she was just a kid trying to save her friend, and she would have ended up one of those things. At least he managed not to fuck that up.
He lifts a hand to take his brother, the skin of his palm almost blistering hot against his freezing one. They're both shaking, at least, for one reason or another. Richie slowly manages to get to his feet.
"I wasn't...thinking alright. I'm sorry."
He probably wouldn't be thinking straight for awhile and there wasn't a whole lot he could do about that. That's just the way it was gonna be.
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Instead using that hold to pull his brother closer, his other going to Richie's shoulder to grip tightly there.
The apology was almost painful and he held Richie there, close, just for a moment.
"Yeah well, Wonderland's good for ensuring you don't think."
The events were all about pushing you to act not think, and that never ended well. Seth could testify to that.
"Come on, let's get you warmed up. I mean, you pretty much look like shit and I can't have that from my brother," he says, the teasing coming easier than emotions so often did but it all meant the same thing. He's scared and not willing to lose someone else.
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Richie didn't stop himself from leaning against Seth's form to stay on his feet, his larger frame almost comical as his brother halfway held him up.
"Whatever you say, man." He wasn't going to protest further. He couldn't manage it even if he tried, anyway.
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Which doesn't stop Seth from being a dick. Or may be why he's going to be a dick. It's who he is, and what they are as brothers.
"If you bite me, don't think I won't hit you." Except, if Richie really needed it... he knows he'd fucking letting him but damn, that was a lot of things he isn't over. Even with Wonderland.