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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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Y... you don't know?
[Seems weird, to be put in a situation like that but have no knowledge of why. The slightly rusted cogs in his mind turn over, pulling simple thoughts together into attempts at more complex things.]
... How long?
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[Jean shook his head.]
It's been about a hundred years since we all got dropped on Paradise. "We" in a general sort of way. I wasn't alive back then.
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His thoughts wander far off track before he realises they've become mostly irrelevant, and he abruptly pulls himself back to the topic at hand.]
'Paradise'? [He murmurs. Doesn't sound much like paradise.] M... maybe... they were a m-mistake.
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And what the heck happened to you? Zombies seem to be a health issue in other worlds. Are you the same?
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It's a good question, and one he's asked himself before. How did he end up like this? How did it all start?]
D... don't know.
['Left my medical records with my last GP... then forgot where that was.']
Can't r-remember... before.
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[That was interesting to Jean, who knew that Titans still remembered their pasts even after being turned. It was just that the instinct to consume overcame any sense they might have had left.]
Maybe that's a good thing. Remembering can be painful.
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M-might be nice... to know.
[Remembering might be painful, and even with most of his life missing he knows that, but he'd still prefer to have the option. If you lose your entire memory, what does that mean for you as a person?]
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[Even if it's tough to handle, the truth is something that anyone should be able to have if they want it.]
Anyways, I didn't come to interrupt your brooding. I'll see you later, uh...
I don't think I got your name. Do you have one?
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Um-- [A small nod.] It's R.
[If he get an odd look for that... it wouldn't be the first time.]
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[Yeah, he's gonna get an odd look. But Jean wasn't here to judge people for wanting to go by their initials, for whatever reason.]
Okay then. R. I'm Jean. Maybe I'll see you some other time.
[Jean put his hands in his pockets and walked away.]