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ataraxionlogs2012-10-08 06:23 pm
dirtyword) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-10-08 06:23 pm
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“Nobody’s your pal now. You’re dead. Lay down.”
CHARACTERS: Brendan Frye and OPEN
LOCATION: Hallway near the gravity couches
WARNINGS: Noir slang, bros.
SUMMARY: Brendan's reverting back to his old ways. AKA 17 year old closed-off doofus.
NOTES: Action or prose, whatever floats your boat.
[ Silent Hill's really shook him up. It's made him to a number of things, a lot of which he can't regret. A lot of things he can't shake. Emily dying at the hands of Wichita, and how there's an anger deep inside him about that even though Emily's wasn't real. He's mad. He's mad and it's festering, deep inside him.
It's not just Wichita. It's Blake, too, but that's mostly frustration at himself. Sure, he wishes the guy would have stopped being such a goody-two shoes and no, he doesn't regret doing a number on his face but the fact that Brendan let himself get like that, let himself not only lower his guard down enough to get someone to see through him but try to talk him out of what he was doing.
He still sees Emily. Dreams about her, so after the jump he makes himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and something that looked like Tang, putting it in a water bottle and heading towards where he figured it'd be quietest.
The room was probably empty but Brendan didn't bother going--simply sat against the wall, calmly eating his sandwich. Thinking. It was almost like he was back in San Clemente. Eating a lunch he'd made the night before, waiting for the school bell. He just needed a copy of Lord of the Flies. ]
LOCATION: Hallway near the gravity couches
WARNINGS: Noir slang, bros.
SUMMARY: Brendan's reverting back to his old ways. AKA 17 year old closed-off doofus.
NOTES: Action or prose, whatever floats your boat.
[ Silent Hill's really shook him up. It's made him to a number of things, a lot of which he can't regret. A lot of things he can't shake. Emily dying at the hands of Wichita, and how there's an anger deep inside him about that even though Emily's wasn't real. He's mad. He's mad and it's festering, deep inside him.
It's not just Wichita. It's Blake, too, but that's mostly frustration at himself. Sure, he wishes the guy would have stopped being such a goody-two shoes and no, he doesn't regret doing a number on his face but the fact that Brendan let himself get like that, let himself not only lower his guard down enough to get someone to see through him but try to talk him out of what he was doing.
He still sees Emily. Dreams about her, so after the jump he makes himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and something that looked like Tang, putting it in a water bottle and heading towards where he figured it'd be quietest.
The room was probably empty but Brendan didn't bother going--simply sat against the wall, calmly eating his sandwich. Thinking. It was almost like he was back in San Clemente. Eating a lunch he'd made the night before, waiting for the school bell. He just needed a copy of Lord of the Flies. ]