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snowblindrpg2015-12-23 11:53 am
averytinyparticle) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-12-23 11:53 am
[network|video] @quark; The Kids Are Not All Right; Day 69 [open] [suicide attempt]
Evening
[It's getting late. The evening is winding down with maybe two hours left at most before lockdown. Quark's video turns on--but it's not facing him. It's swinging lightly as he walks through the snow, as if having done so was a mis-click. There's a building visible in the distance, easy enough to get to--but Quark isn't heading toward it. He's not heading away from it, either. Just pacing, like he's lost in multiple senses of the word.
Something becomes quickly clear: Quark is alone. At some point during this strange sickness that's been inflicting everyone in Norfinbury, Quark wandered off, away from his equally-incapacitated traveling party. The tablet falls from his hands and lands on the snow beneath him, showing an odd angle of Quark standing there, looking dazed. He clutches his head.]
I see it. I can see it. I have to die. No...I'm supposed to die. It's the only way I'll be free. The only way...for any of us...
[His breathing is labored, his voice edged with steadily rising panic. Quark falls to his knees, trying to support himself on his backpack. In a second of clarity, he seems to realize that he's dropped his tablet and gropes around until his hand touches it and he brings it toward his knees. Even then, his eyes are unseeing as he stares down at the screen.]
It would be so easy. I just have to stay here, outside, and it'll all be over. [A flash of recognition passes through his face. His eyes go wild.] Wait...what am I saying? Where am I?
Post-Lockdown
[Miraculously, despite his apparent desire to lay down in the snow until lockdown and let himself freeze, Quark manages to make it into a safe building in time. Perhaps someone talked sense into him, or he snapped out of it long enough to realize where he is and the things he's saying and seeing aren't him and he runs the rest of the way inside before he can let himself think anything else. But that's not to say he looks like he's doing any better. In fact, Quark looks more panicked than ever.]
I should have done it. I should have died. Everyone's going to die anyway when the bomb goes off. There's no point in waiting!
[He puts the tablet down at his feet, reaches for his backpack, and produces a steak knife. His eyes stare at it with an obvious sense of purpose, and he slowly turns it around toward his chest, but doesn't make a move to actually plunge it inside. Under the panic, there's reluctance and confusion. His words start to repeat the things he was saying earlier, outside, like he's a broken record playing on a loop.]
Escape. My soul needs to escape.
[It's getting late. The evening is winding down with maybe two hours left at most before lockdown. Quark's video turns on--but it's not facing him. It's swinging lightly as he walks through the snow, as if having done so was a mis-click. There's a building visible in the distance, easy enough to get to--but Quark isn't heading toward it. He's not heading away from it, either. Just pacing, like he's lost in multiple senses of the word.
Something becomes quickly clear: Quark is alone. At some point during this strange sickness that's been inflicting everyone in Norfinbury, Quark wandered off, away from his equally-incapacitated traveling party. The tablet falls from his hands and lands on the snow beneath him, showing an odd angle of Quark standing there, looking dazed. He clutches his head.]
I see it. I can see it. I have to die. No...I'm supposed to die. It's the only way I'll be free. The only way...for any of us...
[His breathing is labored, his voice edged with steadily rising panic. Quark falls to his knees, trying to support himself on his backpack. In a second of clarity, he seems to realize that he's dropped his tablet and gropes around until his hand touches it and he brings it toward his knees. Even then, his eyes are unseeing as he stares down at the screen.]
It would be so easy. I just have to stay here, outside, and it'll all be over. [A flash of recognition passes through his face. His eyes go wild.] Wait...what am I saying? Where am I?
Post-Lockdown
[Miraculously, despite his apparent desire to lay down in the snow until lockdown and let himself freeze, Quark manages to make it into a safe building in time. Perhaps someone talked sense into him, or he snapped out of it long enough to realize where he is and the things he's saying and seeing aren't him and he runs the rest of the way inside before he can let himself think anything else. But that's not to say he looks like he's doing any better. In fact, Quark looks more panicked than ever.]
I should have done it. I should have died. Everyone's going to die anyway when the bomb goes off. There's no point in waiting!
[He puts the tablet down at his feet, reaches for his backpack, and produces a steak knife. His eyes stare at it with an obvious sense of purpose, and he slowly turns it around toward his chest, but doesn't make a move to actually plunge it inside. Under the panic, there's reluctance and confusion. His words start to repeat the things he was saying earlier, outside, like he's a broken record playing on a loop.]
Escape. My soul needs to escape.
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Quark gulps as he looks at it, like he's never seen one before in his life. His response is weak, uncertain.]
The bomb under the bed. That's where I found it.
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Okay, good job. Now listen carefully: If there's a bomb, there certainly is a way to deactivate it. And a single one can't certainly destroy the entire village, instead of trying anything stupid you should contact everyone and tell them to check their buildings. [Not all bombs can be deactivate, he knows that but Leon doesn't feel like it's a good idea to admit the truth.] Are you in the building with the bomb? If the answer is yes I have an important assigment to you: check under the bed, take pictures to share with everyone and ask if anyone knows how to deactivate it. We have many experts when it comes to technology so don't give up hope. Oh, I will also need you to describe it carefully to me: my tablet's screen is broken- [That's a lie] and I won't be able to see it myself.
And don't forget: as long as you're alive it's always worth fighting.
[Still totally shouting because he can barely hear but... do you really care?]
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[He's given so much information, he's not sure how much he can act on, especially not being so in his right mind, with different scenarios taking hold of him at random, but if nothing else he can at least...try and describe the bomb. He pauses as he gets closer.]
It has a number three on it! I think that means there are at least three bombs! There could even be more. It's, um...it's like a cylinder? Like a big metal container. It doesn't look like something somebody made on their own.