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eachdraidh2014-07-15 10:56 am
rube) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-15 10:56 am
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two ✝ memory/action ✝ seelie/unseelie
MEMORY.
[a chaos of voices can be heard in the distance, but the noise disappears once ben steps inside a small caravan, the door shutting behind him. his clothes and skin of his left shoulder are soaked in blood. his stance is stiff as he moves forward in large steps, anger and disgust poisoning his voice. he is talking at a drawn set of red curtains. behind ben, an old blind man with round, dark glasses sits at a small desk.]
You're wrong. I ain't like you. I ain't one of your kind, [a slight inhale,] and I can't do it. [he motions with his hand as if to back up his own point, and he's shaking his head. his tone implies that he is familiar with whatever is behind the curtains,] God takes what's his. Man don't take it back.
[a gravelly, worn and woman-like voice speaks up from behind the curtains. it is gentle in tone, but confident.] That is where you are wrong. You see, God had nothing to do with Ruthie's fate. It was Professor Lodz who murdered your friend.
[the blind man behind ben shakes his head and stands, dumbfounded. ben doesn't have the heart to turn around quite yet, he is frozen in his spot in disbelief, staring at the red curtains, hoping for more of an explanation. he is met with only silence, and the blind man speaks up,] Why are you saying this? [slowly, ben turns his head to look at lodz quietly, then begins to turn himself to face lodz completely.] What are you doing? [finally, all of ben's attention is on lodz, eyes wide with shock.] He's joking, man. You don't believe him.
[ben takes a step towards lodz as the gravelly voice behind him speaks again,] Look him in the eyes. [silently, ben reaches up to snatch the glasses off of lodz's face, revealing eyes that are not the milky white he expected. they are brown, clear, and are staring back at ben with about as much shock as he has. ben drops the glasses and they clink against the floor. there is a heavy silence between them.]
[lodz's tone is sharp, distinct, as he refuses to own up to what he's done.] Hawkins, he's lying, trust me--
[ben is clearly done with what lodz has to say, there is nothing more to say, not for him. there's a flash of anger in his eyes before his hands snap up to wrap around lodz's neck, squeezing as hard as he can. lodz claps his hands around ben's neck, as well, but ben is much younger and stronger, and has lodz on the floor in seconds. the older man still hasn't given up, his hands still insisting around ben's neck, making his voice somewhat muffled.]
Take a good look you son'abitch, take a good look.
[lodz's face is puffy, wrinkled folds pushed upwards as ben strangles him. with a soft thunk, lodz's hands fall to the floor, and his tongue flops out, eyes nearly popping out of his head as he takes his last breath. he's clearly dead, but ben doesn't stop, taking harsh breaths as he continues to squeeze around the older man's neck. after a few more seconds, ben stumbles off him, leaning against the nearby desk. with one last glance towards the dead man, he sees that his eyes slowly turn from brown back to the milky white of blindness. he is still catching his breath when he takes a desperate glance towards the red curtains,]
It appears, we are of ilk-nature after all.
ACTION.
[after the memory was broadcasted and ben found out about it, he chucked the locket out of his window as hard as humanly possible in a rage. and, of course, regrets the decision immediately. he mopes around in his room for a while in silent frustration before forcing himself to go out and look for it.
he can be found wandering around the castle near his window, looking around just about every bush and tree, refusing to ask for help from anyone. he convinces himself he doesn't need the help, mostly because he doesn't want to see anyone's face, not now, and not ever. he would be fine if he was suddenly kidnapped and plopped in the middle of the forest. he'd prefer it anywhere else.]
Dammit.
[he's too emotionally tired to care, and with conflicting emotions (mostly anger) interrupting his thoughts, he doesn't have the patience to look for his locket. he decides to take walk to blow off some steam and come back to look for his locket later.]
( ooc: icly, ben won't respond for a full 24 hours because he threw the locket out of his window and hates life 5eva. as a warning, he's going to come across as even more difficult and angry than he usually does, so don't take it personally! )
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[excuse the curt response, he's not feeling too talkative.]
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im disgusting and late gross ew
no. it ain't my place, but no.
what no never
What do you mean, it isn't your place?
weh
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but it's done now. can't take it back.
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with death, yes.
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i dont know
it's just how life is. aint got time to figure things like that out. when someone dies, we don't take them back. they stay dead. thats the point of death.
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[he wants to erase the whole thing, honestly.]