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snowblindrpg2018-08-02 07:20 pm
0thingsonmymind) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-08-02 07:20 pm
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[log] Just wait 'til we're alone together and I will tell you something new[closed]
Characters: Brian and Tim
Location: The pharmacy/building 130
Date: Morning 387
Summary: Two bros meet back up after months apart
Warnings: General Marble Hornets mental illness issues
In hindsight cleaning with thousand year old bleach was a bad idea. He's not sure he would have been capable of understanding that before he revived, though. And now it didn't really matter, other than he'd like to get back to the bunker to see if it did any good.
First, though, there was somewhere he needed to stop. He needed to see if his pills were still at the pharmacy. Hopefully they would be, and hopefully he'd be able to get into the tunnels and avoid everyone until this weird death loss was over again. He always felt so conflicted while his...self? was gone.
Location: The pharmacy/building 130
Date: Morning 387
Summary: Two bros meet back up after months apart
Warnings: General Marble Hornets mental illness issues
In hindsight cleaning with thousand year old bleach was a bad idea. He's not sure he would have been capable of understanding that before he revived, though. And now it didn't really matter, other than he'd like to get back to the bunker to see if it did any good.
First, though, there was somewhere he needed to stop. He needed to see if his pills were still at the pharmacy. Hopefully they would be, and hopefully he'd be able to get into the tunnels and avoid everyone until this weird death loss was over again. He always felt so conflicted while his...self? was gone.
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Full sentences are hard.
WHO'S SPEAKING IN FRAGMENTS NOW, FUCKER?He turns away, covering his mouth as though that'll keep him from barfing out the horrid mixture of hope and guilt and shame that's building up inside him, and takes a few shaky breaths before turning back around. Okay. Okay. He's got this.
(He doesn't got this.)
"How - how did you die?"
It's the safest question to ask, since it's avoiding the real issue here entirely.
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Regardless of his feelings on the matter, something like this wasn't supposed to be able to happen. But then neither was being transported to a snowy wasteland thousands(?) of years in the future.
He almost asks of Tim is okay but manages to stop himself. No one was okay right now.
"I was trying to clean part of the bunker. I used bleach they found in another room and, uh, it wasn't the greatest idea." Hopefully it did some good, though.