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Jay Merrick ([personal profile] burntvideocassette) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-06-18 03:45 pm

[Closed] Some things can never be spoken. Some things cannot be pronounced.

 Who: Jay and Tim
Where: The gardens
When: 6/18
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: Jay attempts to explain what he learned without explaining how he learned it
The Story: 

It's supposed to be summer. That's what the people on the network said. Jay hoped he'd be able to step outside and warm up, at least a bit, but he just can't shake the chill. He tried to get the closet to replace his old hoodie--brown and worn thin from years of use--and to its credit, it did a decent job. It's the right color, and roughly the right size, but it's new and stiff and still needs to be broken in. It's not familiar, but at least it's warm. 

Jay zips it up to his neck as he approaches the garden, eyes darting to the short shadows cast by the hedges. He tries to think about literally anything but the word that's been looping in his head since his conversation with the Mirror several days prior, but consciously trying just makes it worse. He remembers the conversation, and what he remembers is supported by the footage he's been watching and rewatching since he woke up the morning after. It reminds him of when he first found the tapes, that first massive shift in perspective. 

He has to talk through it. Tim's the only one he knows who might immediately benefit from the knowledge. Tim's the only one who might understand.

Jay scans the benches, looking for him.
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[personal profile] postictal 2017-06-26 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't remember.

He doesn't -

He shuts his eyes, throat taut. Of course he doesn't, know. That thing took him, warped him, twisted him into someone too much like Alex Kralie and not enough like the slightly shy, mumbling guy who waited outside a mental health clinic for days on end simply because he didn't have anything better to do. Took him and changed him - from apologetic to violent.

Tim has to breathe in through his nose, slowly.

"You..."

Fuck. Okay.

Start from the beginning.