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entrancelogs2016-02-29 10:14 pm
righthemisphere) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-29 10:14 pm
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Closed to Chuck Hansen
Who: Raleigh Becket and Chuck Hansen
Where: The Roof and then who knows
When: 2/29
Rating: PG13+ TBA
Summary: The anniversary of the death that changed everything. tw talking abt death, sibling death, thoughts of suicide etc.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most / I wear the pain like a heavy coat / I feel you everywhere I go / The only thing that gives me hope / Is I know I'll see you again some day / Some day, some day, some day.
It ain't fair: you died too young / Like the story that had just begun /But death tore the pages all away / God knows how I miss you / All the hell that I've been through / Just knowin' no-one could take your place / An' sometimes I wonder / Who'd you be today?
Everyone knows what today is. Everyone knows it's special but nobody knows what it is to Raleigh Becket. Today isn't a neat hiccup in the western calendar. It's not a day for people to complain about birthdays. Today is the one day that he can't fucking bear.
Today is the day that ruined everything.
Today is the day he killed his brother.
Unsurprisingly, Raleigh isn't feeling particularly social. More than that, he doesn't want to see a single soul. He doesn't appear for meals, he's dead silent on the network. The gym is empty, the pool, the clinic, even the bar. There are too many people in all of these places and he can't bear it.
So he disappears to be alone. To think. At first he takes a walk around the great hall thinking about going outside but he can't bear to maybe run into someone and have to talk. He can't talk today, he just can't. So he doubles back by the kitchen to get a bottle of something that will make him forget his name and heads up the stairs as high as he can go and then some. He runs and hides, because really, that's all he's good at, and climbs up onto the mansion's roof, perching on the slate tiles in the bitter cold.
Or he would have but on the way he finds something warm and glowing.
A fallen star, it seems and from it is projecting something like a movie clip of people building the very roof he's found his way up to. There are some faces he doesn't recognize but then a man he knows all too well comes into view and wipes his sweaty brow, saying something inaudible and laughing as he adjusts his leather bomber jacket and hoists a heavy wooden beam up onto his shoulder.
Raleigh's stomach drops and he wells with an ugly, twisted noise, sitting back on the tiles with a heavy thump as he watches the projection over and over again and sobs ugly, bitter tears.
"Yancy.." He whispers.
This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair at all. Not today. God, any day but today..
But of course he wouldn't be that lucky.
He sits and watches it for hours, working his way through the bottle until the cold is nothing. Until the sun is gone and the only light comes from the stars dropping from the sky all around. Until he's all cried out and all he can see is the star in front of him and his brother's cheery face. Over and over again.
Where: The Roof and then who knows
When: 2/29
Rating: PG13+ TBA
Summary: The anniversary of the death that changed everything. tw talking abt death, sibling death, thoughts of suicide etc.
It ain't fair: you died too young / Like the story that had just begun /But death tore the pages all away / God knows how I miss you / All the hell that I've been through / Just knowin' no-one could take your place / An' sometimes I wonder / Who'd you be today?
Everyone knows what today is. Everyone knows it's special but nobody knows what it is to Raleigh Becket. Today isn't a neat hiccup in the western calendar. It's not a day for people to complain about birthdays. Today is the one day that he can't fucking bear.
Today is the day that ruined everything.
Today is the day he killed his brother.
Unsurprisingly, Raleigh isn't feeling particularly social. More than that, he doesn't want to see a single soul. He doesn't appear for meals, he's dead silent on the network. The gym is empty, the pool, the clinic, even the bar. There are too many people in all of these places and he can't bear it.
So he disappears to be alone. To think. At first he takes a walk around the great hall thinking about going outside but he can't bear to maybe run into someone and have to talk. He can't talk today, he just can't. So he doubles back by the kitchen to get a bottle of something that will make him forget his name and heads up the stairs as high as he can go and then some. He runs and hides, because really, that's all he's good at, and climbs up onto the mansion's roof, perching on the slate tiles in the bitter cold.
Or he would have but on the way he finds something warm and glowing.
A fallen star, it seems and from it is projecting something like a movie clip of people building the very roof he's found his way up to. There are some faces he doesn't recognize but then a man he knows all too well comes into view and wipes his sweaty brow, saying something inaudible and laughing as he adjusts his leather bomber jacket and hoists a heavy wooden beam up onto his shoulder.
Raleigh's stomach drops and he wells with an ugly, twisted noise, sitting back on the tiles with a heavy thump as he watches the projection over and over again and sobs ugly, bitter tears.
"Yancy.." He whispers.
This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair at all. Not today. God, any day but today..
But of course he wouldn't be that lucky.
He sits and watches it for hours, working his way through the bottle until the cold is nothing. Until the sun is gone and the only light comes from the stars dropping from the sky all around. Until he's all cried out and all he can see is the star in front of him and his brother's cheery face. Over and over again.