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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: 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.