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Philip ([personal profile] radiopalkiller) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-11-20 05:17 pm

[closed] What will you gain, making your life a little longer?

Who: Philip [[personal profile] radiopalkiller] and audience (read: Evelyn O'Connell [[personal profile] nascensibility], Will Graham [[profile] notyourteacup], Ned (The Pie Maker) [[personal profile] wordvomit], The Once-ler [[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny] & Peter Rumancek [[personal profile] gadjos])
Where: Philip's room (5/499) & assorted Wonderland hallways
When: 11/19 - 11/23
Rating: R for graphic violence, animal death, people death & naked werewolves
Summary: If one death opens a door for darkness, then seven deaths rent a wrecking ball and tear down the walls. Two gunshots, two zombies, one stab, one fall, and one sip of poison later, and Philip is once again caught vividly reliving things he would much rather leave behind for good.
The Story:

His head jerks up, not for the first time in the last hour. Shadows stare back at him passively, from all the corners the lamplight doesn't reach. Three in the morning. Four, at most. Philip doesn't bother to check his watch for confirmation. Another sound in the distance. Wonderland never lies silent, but tonight it whispers ominously, tonight he swears he can hear it groan with the voices of ice and stone.

Tonight is colder and darker, and blaming it on the oncoming winter does nothing to reassure him.

'It definitely has lost weight. This one is so special, so central to what he is doing, he can't stand to wait long, and he doesn't have to. Tomorrow afternoon, he can do it, or tomorrow night. The next day at the latest. Soon.'

Philip turns the page, and watches the book slip through his hands, along with the last of his desire to keep reading. From its permanent paper prison the large moth looks at him accusingly. It's enough to drive him from the sofa, but sitting up feels heavier than it should. Philip exhales, and his breath fogs the air. Darkness swallows his frown as the light goes out.
thneedifestdestiny: All Gone to Hell - The Lonesome Trio (I can't figure out)

[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny 2014-11-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Once-ler isn't fast enough. He tries to scurry backwards, the adrenaline of the moment allowing a brief second of clarity, but it's no use. Soon, Philip is on top of him and the Once-ler's eyes dart around looking for any escape route he can possibly find, but there isn't one.

To his credit, he has a lot more fight in him than one might expect. When Phil's hands wrap around his neck, he grabs for his wrists and tugs with everything he has, trying to pry him away. Despite everything he's done and everything he's been through, the Once-ler has never quite been able to let go of the will to survive, and it rises above the fear, the shock, and even the concussion - at least, at first.

He's strong enough to block Phil from trying to snap his neck, but not enough to pull his hands away entirely, and his air supply is being cut off very quickly as his grip weakens.

"Ph...Phil." Talking is a waste of air, but he has to try one last time. "D-Don't. Please."

He can feel himself growing faint, and his head feels strange and heavy and his lungs are struggling so much it hurts. He heaves in Phil's grip, desperate for any small amount of air.

One hazy thought sticks out, and it sends fear rushing through him.

He's not going to make it out of here, is he?
Edited 2014-11-24 01:38 (UTC)
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (Rain has such a lovely sound)

[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny 2014-12-01 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Phil isn't just strangling him - he can feel Phil's nails digging into skin. He can't tell if he can really feel it bleeding or if he's just imagining it in his last moments.

The Once-ler's mouth is open wide but he can't breath in no matter how he tries. For a moment the struggle intensifies in a final bit of desperation, but...it can't last.

He lets go of Phil's hands. All of the fight in the Once-ler vanishes, and his entire body goes limp and heavy in Phil's grip.

The light fades from his eyes and he is gone.