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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.
no subject
Murder.
Normal stuff.
no subject
"That's the hard part, isn't it?" Hard to come up with something to wager when you could get whatever you wanted at any time. "We'd probably just have to do chips. Like I said, it'd just be for the hell of it. You win, you get bragging rights."
no subject
"Might have some interest. I dunno."