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entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
Who: R & you
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
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[His own dreamscape had been nice, and he hadn't really gone wandering out of it very much save for once or twice when he accidentally slipped into someone else's head.]
Did you?
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... I saw things... I think I shouldn't have. And people saw things from me I wanted to keep hidden.
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He isn't sure if he's glad of that or if it's just a little sad.]
It's... okay. [He says, glancing back to her.] I-it wasn't... anyone's fault. It's this... place.
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[A sad sigh.]
The things they saw... I don't want people worrying over things they can't change or fix.
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I think... people just do that.
[Even he worries about things, and a lot of those things are things he can't change at all. Sometimes the thing he worries about is change, but that is a whole different problem.]
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... I don't like being a burden on people. It's... I suppose it's why I'm always apologizing.
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[A burden, that is, but he hopes it's implied. Carrying a conversation like this isn't easy, but he's doing his best. It's nice to have someone not look at him like he's about to start chewing on their shoulder.]
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[mikan, for one, doesn't suspect a thing. she just thinks he might have a speech impediment, which is absolutely fine. he's a find conversationalist!]
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Wh... what about... friends?
[It might be a sore subject, but... Living people tend to have friends, right? Even he has a friend, and he's Dead.]
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[it sounds silly, but it's something she's genuinely worried about.]
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F-friendship can be... hard, but... [He pauses to take a more deliberate breath.] I think... it's about b-... being there, wh-when it matters.
[Wow, all those words. He's going to tire himself out at this rate.]
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[Not all the time, because Wonderland is cruel like that, but still.]
... You're very nice.
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[That's not a word he's ever heard applied to him. Even Julie never called him nice. Other, pleasant adjectives, but not 'nice'.]
Y-you're nice, too.