[51] that's no way to say goodbye
Dec. 25th, 2010 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buildstherobots[The voice that comes out of the phone is a wrenching mix of screaming and sobbing; it's as shrill as Dist ever is, but there's desperation to it that isn't really heard that often.]
I don't know what kind of joke this is, but it's just... [a slight sob] this is just cruel! Why would they do this?! It was... it was their bodies all torn apart and bleeding and... and...
[There's a loud sniffle; Dist stares at the phone blearily and muffles a wordless sob, then drops the receiver into the cradle. He's starting to go numb.]
[A bit later, he can be seen out sitting on his front step, dried up(mostly) but still red-faced. He's got blood on him and is occasionally taking a drink out of what looks like a bottle of vodka cut with orange juice. There's a growing pile of tissues next to him.
Most notable, though, is the heap of burning body parts in the yard. Legs, arms, everything, adding up to about four people. Notably, though, there aren't any heads... though someone would have to look pretty hard to notice. Dist is staring numbly at the fire, occasionally throwing a stick or a tissue into it.]
I don't know what kind of joke this is, but it's just... [a slight sob] this is just cruel! Why would they do this?! It was... it was their bodies all torn apart and bleeding and... and...
[There's a loud sniffle; Dist stares at the phone blearily and muffles a wordless sob, then drops the receiver into the cradle. He's starting to go numb.]
[A bit later, he can be seen out sitting on his front step, dried up(mostly) but still red-faced. He's got blood on him and is occasionally taking a drink out of what looks like a bottle of vodka cut with orange juice. There's a growing pile of tissues next to him.
Most notable, though, is the heap of burning body parts in the yard. Legs, arms, everything, adding up to about four people. Notably, though, there aren't any heads... though someone would have to look pretty hard to notice. Dist is staring numbly at the fire, occasionally throwing a stick or a tissue into it.]
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Date: 2010-12-25 10:49 pm (UTC)O-oh! Um. Um. I...
[Oh! It's that nice mean man that yelled at him a lot on his first day.]
Um. Wh-what are you doing?
[You're gonna have to shout, Dist, because no way is he walking around the burning body parts to get to you.]
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Date: 2010-12-26 07:56 pm (UTC)Burning.
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Date: 2010-12-25 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-26 08:02 pm (UTC)Everyone I've cared about... all of them... are in there.
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Date: 2010-12-26 08:53 pm (UTC)I... I'm sorry.
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Date: 2010-12-26 09:03 pm (UTC)[There's an enraged feeling building in him, boiling slow under the despair that had subdued him after hanging up the phone.]
There has to be something I can do... there has to be.
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Date: 2010-12-26 09:11 pm (UTC)[Angry. Yes, that makes sense. That's more like himself, despite the... despair everywhere. He scrubs at his face, like that's going to help anything.]
I'm not sure. We already tried taking them down before.
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Date: 2010-12-26 09:17 pm (UTC)I'll kill them... I'll kill all of them! They can't do this to me!
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Date: 2010-12-26 11:59 am (UTC)Dist-san? Are you okay?
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Date: 2010-12-26 08:14 pm (UTC)[He gives a suppressed sniffle, hoping she won't notice; at some point he has to use a tissue, though, and that makes him scowl a bit.]
...I don't usually sniffle.
[Nice save, Dist.]
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:19 am (UTC)[Sadly enough, that's all she can do.]
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:45 am (UTC)[It's such an odd offer, Dist isn't really sure what to make of it.]
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Date: 2010-12-30 05:33 am (UTC)[It's really the only thing she can do to help.]
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Date: 2010-12-30 05:55 am (UTC)...If you want.
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Date: 2010-12-30 06:01 am (UTC)[She starts singing this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hlADpxjj0s), tapping her feet in place of the drums.]
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Date: 2010-12-30 06:15 am (UTC)The possibility that it's all a Mayfield prank and that his friends are actually all safe at home will likely occur to him later.
There are words that he can understand, though, as the song goes on, and he finds himself smiling bitterly. How appropriate, for this.]
Last night... goodnight.
[He leans against Miku, gently.]
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Date: 2010-12-30 09:19 am (UTC)She holds him in response.]
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Date: 2010-12-30 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-31 05:27 am (UTC)It's Christmas, after all.]