[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 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!