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[log] we wear red so they don't see us bleed [closed]
Characters: Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons
Location: Building 141
Date: Day 242, morning
Summary: Both boys are monsters, figuratively and literally.
Warnings: Body horror, possible gore, warnings for other things in subject headers
141: A post office, long-abandoned. There are a few empty white plastic bins where mail was once piled up, and the lobby area is still remarkably clean and polished. The back area isn't locked, so if you like you can go through the back and see the office with its locked safe and the back door that leads to the downtown area. Trees, impossibly tall men, and lots of Ⓧs have been drawn on the walls, along with ball-like things that are made up of tentacles and beaks and death and one circle in green crayon that's been scribbled over in charcoal.
Location: Building 141
Date: Day 242, morning
Summary: Both boys are monsters, figuratively and literally.
Warnings: Body horror, possible gore, warnings for other things in subject headers
141: A post office, long-abandoned. There are a few empty white plastic bins where mail was once piled up, and the lobby area is still remarkably clean and polished. The back area isn't locked, so if you like you can go through the back and see the office with its locked safe and the back door that leads to the downtown area. Trees, impossibly tall men, and lots of Ⓧs have been drawn on the walls, along with ball-like things that are made up of tentacles and beaks and death and one circle in green crayon that's been scribbled over in charcoal.
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[He closes his eyes for a moment.]
I'll figure it out, eh? Run it under the tap. That'll be better than nothing.
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Rust. Can't let you die because of rust. [ Because of Royce. ]
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If I go wash it out now, you'll sit here and won't talk to her?
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You deserve it. [ He murmurs. She smiles. ] You deserve it more than me. You should have never met me. It's my fault.
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[Hoarse-voiced, Alfie calls out to him from the bathroom. He can't hear what he's saying, but he can hear that talking is happening.]
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I don't blame you for it. And you brought me back to life, Royce. It's okay. [ She says, and Royce brings a hand up to his cheek, staring at her. She pulls back entirely, laying on the floor a few feet away, and Royce is just frozen where he's at. ]
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Other side of the room. Come on. Away from her.
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He can't be trusted, right now, he thinks. Can't even think. He feels like he's fading and he's scared of it, more than anything. ]
Alfie. [ Royce croaks, pulling the blanket close. ]
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Yeah.
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[ He will not allow himself to become an anomaly forever. That's how he feels like it's going to end. Slow transformation, slowly losing everything he can remember and then skittering through houses in search of humans he can murder day in and out. It's not going to happen. ]
cw: suicide talk
[His fingers start to curl instinctively into fists, but he has to stop when it actually hurts.]
Slit your throat with those claws?
cw: suicide talk
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Fine. Yeah. If it gets to that point, I'll do it.
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Thank you. [ He murmurs. The sigh he lets out is relieved. ]
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[He settles back against the wall, taking an extra blanket for himself.]
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Do you feel it? The fog. [ Royce asks, almost absently. ] I couldn't remember my own name, earlier. Just for a moment.
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[A little, but nowhere near the extent that Royce is feeling it.]
I suppose it's coming.
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cw: suicide talk
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"I'm going to bed" i said "it's 3am" i said I should know myself better by now tbh
LMAO iddy please
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SCREAMS that should have been "more blame than I'm due" fucking homophones
I FIGURED
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