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GRAVEYARD 2.0
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post. |
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Just having to sit and wait would be unbearable.
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[ . . . . .
and because he realizes a few things - that she's been here for longer than he has, that he has also forgotten her, that it must have been difficult not only for him but others who loved her - that he pauses.]
I'm sure there are things that I no longer understand but...
.... I'm sorry that we could not have found a way to bring you back sooner, or avoid you being here at all.
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she goes somewhat tense at that, but then she shakes her head.]
It was unavoidable. If I was left alive, I would have been a danger to others.
[her hands are clenched pretty tightly into fists, but luckily her sleeves are long and fwooshy enough to disguise that.]
It doesn't seem like there was a faster way back from anyone. But it sounds as though we're on the right path for us all to return, so that's what I'm focusing on now.
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.... it's alright, if you're angry or upset. Even if we must focus on moving forward -
It is not as though your emotions on the subject do not matter. Death is unpleasant, no matter how many times it may come, or even if you know it will.
[of course everyone hates dying. of course.]
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There's nothing productive I can do with my anger right now.
[so, honestly, the best she can do is tell herself "he doesn't even remember" - that's the easiest way to keep herself from getting mad. if she gets mad, she'll get distracted.
and it doesn't seem like they can afford that at the moment.]
I'll deal with it once we're free of this.
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.... it can consume you if you allow it to fester.
[he doesn't think that there's ever anything good about just ignoring your emotions until a later date? even for all his compartmentalization, he at least doesn't deny what he is feeling when he has a moment. so he'll go to look around]
Shall we do some sword practice? Or target practice. If you visualize what is it that you're mad at, perhaps it will let you loose some steam until you can direct it later.
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[she says, stubbornly.]
And I'm not sure that's a good idea. [it's him she's mad at! if he's right here and she lets loose, then...] ...but thank you for trying.