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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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Get up. [ She says, soft, resting a hand on his shoulder, and then she stands and walks into the house. Royce slowly, slowly drags himself up into the house. He's inside. And the doors lock.
He's bleeding a lot, and he's woozy, but he's - alive. He's here. ]
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He'd meant what he'd told Royce about killing. He's killed a lot of people, sometimes in pretty brutal ways, and he's never regretted it once. Sure, sometimes a situation didn't go the way he'd hoped, but that was different. When it came down to it, he only pulled the trigger (or swung the cane, or slashed the knife) when he was sure that he could deal with the aftermath, and that included the psychological aftermath. There was no room for uncertainty in his life. He couldn't do his job properly if he spent all his time being wracked with guilt.
Alfie feels guilt now. It sits heavy on his chest, keeping him from getting up. So he just lies there on his back - claws splayed out on the floor, blood slowly oozing out of his skin and wetting his fur.
He's alive. He's here. He wishes he wasn't.]
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He drags himself to a place where he can lay down comfortably, and clumsily clacks at his tablet. He doesn't have his things. Just his tablet, which he keeps on his person at all times. It's cold, and he's barely able to talk, but he calls John. And when that's done, he calls Alfie.
Please pick up, buddy. ]
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Are you inside?
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How bad?
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Royce.
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Do you hear her? Alfie? [ His words slur just slightly. ]
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[He heaves a heavy sigh. Royce is dying. There's really no point in trying to keep him from talking to the anomaly, is there?]
She sounds beautiful, mate.
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Having her here... with me. [ It's nice. Even if she's not real. ] ... You're right. She's beautiful.
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[Alfie's all the way in another building; he's not sure if he counts.]
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SCREAMS that should have been "more blame than I'm due" fucking homophones
I FIGURED
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[ She's still humming. She reaches out and smooths her hand down the side of his face, and Royce chokes a little at the sensation. ]
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