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mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 08:44 pm
a_gentle_boy) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 08:44 pm
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Healing Omega
[action, 846 Goldberg Street]
[Three days after the escape from the carnival, Lucas reappears on his bed, head thankfully fixed back in the correct position. His sleep is troubled as he constantly tosses and turns, his quiet murmurings punctuated by the occasional cry.
At about six o'clock in the morning, Lucas wakes himself up when he unconsciously shoots a blast of PK Love at the ceiling and drops a piece of plaster on his head. Whoops. Hope that blast didn't bother anyone.]
[phone]
A-Ah, this is Lucas! Is everyone OK?! Did we all make it back?!
[He didn't really think it was likely, but the thought of anyone being devoured for good by that fog was too terrible to consider.]
I'm not sure what happened there at the end. I don't know, I'm so sorry I couldn't do more. ...It really all happened, didn't it? It wasn't just a strange dream? I feel as if I've just been having nightmares for days... Miss Natalie - Is Miss Natalie here? Henry, you made it back with the notebook? And... And Rin, there was that... thing we found in the house about... about the murder, right?
Have we all had a chance to recap yet? The papers say it's already the 12th, so it must have been... two weeks. How is everyone? Did anything terrible happen back here? There was the 4th, wasn't there? That was when... all of that strange stuff happened last year.
[Lucas trails off a little, sounding a little unsure of himself.]
Ah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be rambling so much. I still feel awfully... foggy. Foggy in the head.
...Has anyone seen my paddleball?
[action, park]
[Lucas can be found standing in the park, idly practicing yo-yo tricks and staring up at the perfect blue skies. ...Things like this were always a stark reminder not take Mayfield for granted. It was terrible in many ways, but... well. Clean air, food, and shelter was all anyone really needed to survive. The sky wasn't falling apart, there weren't monsters hiding around every corner.... There weren't even chimeras or Pigmask Army soldiers to worry about. For the majority of a month, Mayfield was, if not a perfect place to live, at least tolerable.
After an hour or so of this, Lucas will meander over to a more isolated area of the park. The bodies weren't there anymore, he knew, but... a grave was symbolic. To have a body interred was only the physical manifestation of what it truly meant. He spends a few minutes quietly contemplating the two small markers he and Tiffany had erected for Samantha Achewood and Evan Olney.]
[Three days after the escape from the carnival, Lucas reappears on his bed, head thankfully fixed back in the correct position. His sleep is troubled as he constantly tosses and turns, his quiet murmurings punctuated by the occasional cry.
At about six o'clock in the morning, Lucas wakes himself up when he unconsciously shoots a blast of PK Love at the ceiling and drops a piece of plaster on his head. Whoops. Hope that blast didn't bother anyone.]
[phone]
A-Ah, this is Lucas! Is everyone OK?! Did we all make it back?!
[He didn't really think it was likely, but the thought of anyone being devoured for good by that fog was too terrible to consider.]
I'm not sure what happened there at the end. I don't know, I'm so sorry I couldn't do more. ...It really all happened, didn't it? It wasn't just a strange dream? I feel as if I've just been having nightmares for days... Miss Natalie - Is Miss Natalie here? Henry, you made it back with the notebook? And... And Rin, there was that... thing we found in the house about... about the murder, right?
Have we all had a chance to recap yet? The papers say it's already the 12th, so it must have been... two weeks. How is everyone? Did anything terrible happen back here? There was the 4th, wasn't there? That was when... all of that strange stuff happened last year.
[Lucas trails off a little, sounding a little unsure of himself.]
Ah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be rambling so much. I still feel awfully... foggy. Foggy in the head.
...Has anyone seen my paddleball?
[action, park]
[Lucas can be found standing in the park, idly practicing yo-yo tricks and staring up at the perfect blue skies. ...Things like this were always a stark reminder not take Mayfield for granted. It was terrible in many ways, but... well. Clean air, food, and shelter was all anyone really needed to survive. The sky wasn't falling apart, there weren't monsters hiding around every corner.... There weren't even chimeras or Pigmask Army soldiers to worry about. For the majority of a month, Mayfield was, if not a perfect place to live, at least tolerable.
After an hour or so of this, Lucas will meander over to a more isolated area of the park. The bodies weren't there anymore, he knew, but... a grave was symbolic. To have a body interred was only the physical manifestation of what it truly meant. He spends a few minutes quietly contemplating the two small markers he and Tiffany had erected for Samantha Achewood and Evan Olney.]