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towerofanimus2013-08-12 09:28 pm
reddeadvirtuoso) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-12 09:28 pm
Entry tags:
reality's dead visages
Characters: Jade Strider and you, guest-starring the Shadow Children
Setting: the Graveyard [backdated], the Morgue, the Media Room, and the stairwells
Format: Starting in prose, but I can go whatever which way.
Summary: When you're the only one left from your timeline, it's hard coping with the guilt. Then again, Jade was never very good at being a hero anyway.
Warnings: Typical voices-in-your-head insanity, generally spooky Shadow Children Event nonsense
[Floor 48 - Graveyard; Early Morning][Pre-Event]
A glamour glitch the night before had left Jade unable to fall asleep (not that she had been sleeping very soundly anyway). She didn't think to come to the graveyard right away; she'd waited until a time less likely for John to be working his graveyard shift (hah), and came in the dead hours of the morning. Not that she didn't wanna see him or anything-- she was just... kind of in a mood. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk to him of all people right now, given whose graves she wanted to visit.
She didn't usually like moping around so much, but-- Eri was gone, David was gone, Bro was gone even if she didn't talk to him that much (too much of a pussy; her bad). Kanaya and Karkat left awhile ago, Equius was gone too-- she was the only one left from their pocket corner of paradoxspace.
Er, sort of. They weren't all from the same timeline anyway, but that's besides the point.
She missed them all; yeah, even Karkat. Even Equius, kind of. The Daves, the Johns and Rose were all from the same timeline, and she was still the odd one out. She loved them like her own friends, but it still hurt to know that you still weren't the right one.
It had to have been months since she'd last seen them, but she still missed the Jo-Lal and Ro-Bert too (and she slightly regretted the fact she'd missed the chance to call Rose "Bob.") At least then she wasn't the only universal fuck up!
Still, she didn't like to mope so much (or at least, be seen doing it), so she'd wanted to arrive with less of a chance of anyone being around; and she sat on the ground, her clothes and arms and face still covered in dried dirt, and her sunglasses hefted up onto her forehead so she could sit cross-legged by a small grouping of gravestones and stare out into space without concentrating on shapes. It was just, easier to do that when she couldn't read the names and everything, even if those names had been why she was here.
We didn't say it had to make sense.
[Stairway][Tuesday]
She'd been minding her own business; she hadn't done anything wrong for a while now! At first she'd... just thought the shadows were weird-- she'd seen some of those units following others around, maybe that was all?
Except then they started talking.
She couldn't mistake David's voice what kind of hero breaks a promise so easily, and the other-- she'd sort of heard it recently, but that rendition in particular, it'd been so long since she'd heard it and she was certain she'd never hear it again. i thought we were best friends, jade! how could you let this hapen...
She missed them. They hated her, she knew, but she missed them. She didn't feel her energy draining away-- but she just stood there, watching the shadows instead of moving. She missed them, so much.
[Floor 26 - Morgue][Thursday]
Why had she thought to come here? She'd gotten stuck in one of the drawers before. That was a goddamn trip-- but there was no peace in her room. The shadows, the fucking shadows were following her no matter what.
She'd lost them a bit for now, but she was sure that it was only because she had run ahead so far. Jade stood there, trying to open one of the morgue drawers, trying to find some kind of hiding place-- before the Shadows caught up with her again.
[Floor 14 - Media Room][Friday]
How long had she been there? Jade was a regular on this floor certainly, but the entire day, she hadn't left. She was curled up on the couch in the media room, a pair of headphones covering her ears, despite the TV being on and playing some sort of cartoon.
She tried to appear nonchalant, but it was hard to fool anyway-- she was curled in almost a small ball, trying not to look like she was freaking out, but firmly pressing the headphones against her head. Desperately trying to drain out the noise, seriously trying to think of anything else.
She was tired. She was reaching the end of her limit, but-- in some way, she was pretty sure she deserved it, after trying to run away from them before.
after everythin i did for you an what did i get? shoulda known you were just as Useless as i Thought
No no no, it was not real he'd never say that
jade? you left me alone?! how could you think i was dead already!! i was still here you know! you didnt even try..........
She tried to ignore them. She stared at the clock. Counting the seconds as they go bye. Anything was better than listening to them, or drawing attention to the lone solitary shadow, looming over the back of the couch, silent as the others babbled on.
Nope. Just pay attention to the time. Tick, tock...
Setting: the Graveyard [backdated], the Morgue, the Media Room, and the stairwells
Format: Starting in prose, but I can go whatever which way.
Summary: When you're the only one left from your timeline, it's hard coping with the guilt. Then again, Jade was never very good at being a hero anyway.
Warnings: Typical voices-in-your-head insanity, generally spooky Shadow Children Event nonsense
[Floor 48 - Graveyard; Early Morning][Pre-Event]
A glamour glitch the night before had left Jade unable to fall asleep (not that she had been sleeping very soundly anyway). She didn't think to come to the graveyard right away; she'd waited until a time less likely for John to be working his graveyard shift (hah), and came in the dead hours of the morning. Not that she didn't wanna see him or anything-- she was just... kind of in a mood. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk to him of all people right now, given whose graves she wanted to visit.
She didn't usually like moping around so much, but-- Eri was gone, David was gone, Bro was gone even if she didn't talk to him that much (too much of a pussy; her bad). Kanaya and Karkat left awhile ago, Equius was gone too-- she was the only one left from their pocket corner of paradoxspace.
Er, sort of. They weren't all from the same timeline anyway, but that's besides the point.
She missed them all; yeah, even Karkat. Even Equius, kind of. The Daves, the Johns and Rose were all from the same timeline, and she was still the odd one out. She loved them like her own friends, but it still hurt to know that you still weren't the right one.
It had to have been months since she'd last seen them, but she still missed the Jo-Lal and Ro-Bert too (and she slightly regretted the fact she'd missed the chance to call Rose "Bob.") At least then she wasn't the only universal fuck up!
Still, she didn't like to mope so much (or at least, be seen doing it), so she'd wanted to arrive with less of a chance of anyone being around; and she sat on the ground, her clothes and arms and face still covered in dried dirt, and her sunglasses hefted up onto her forehead so she could sit cross-legged by a small grouping of gravestones and stare out into space without concentrating on shapes. It was just, easier to do that when she couldn't read the names and everything, even if those names had been why she was here.
We didn't say it had to make sense.
[Stairway][Tuesday]
She'd been minding her own business; she hadn't done anything wrong for a while now! At first she'd... just thought the shadows were weird-- she'd seen some of those units following others around, maybe that was all?
Except then they started talking.
She couldn't mistake David's voice what kind of hero breaks a promise so easily, and the other-- she'd sort of heard it recently, but that rendition in particular, it'd been so long since she'd heard it and she was certain she'd never hear it again. i thought we were best friends, jade! how could you let this hapen...
She missed them. They hated her, she knew, but she missed them. She didn't feel her energy draining away-- but she just stood there, watching the shadows instead of moving. She missed them, so much.
[Floor 26 - Morgue][Thursday]
Why had she thought to come here? She'd gotten stuck in one of the drawers before. That was a goddamn trip-- but there was no peace in her room. The shadows, the fucking shadows were following her no matter what.
She'd lost them a bit for now, but she was sure that it was only because she had run ahead so far. Jade stood there, trying to open one of the morgue drawers, trying to find some kind of hiding place-- before the Shadows caught up with her again.
[Floor 14 - Media Room][Friday]
How long had she been there? Jade was a regular on this floor certainly, but the entire day, she hadn't left. She was curled up on the couch in the media room, a pair of headphones covering her ears, despite the TV being on and playing some sort of cartoon.
She tried to appear nonchalant, but it was hard to fool anyway-- she was curled in almost a small ball, trying not to look like she was freaking out, but firmly pressing the headphones against her head. Desperately trying to drain out the noise, seriously trying to think of anything else.
She was tired. She was reaching the end of her limit, but-- in some way, she was pretty sure she deserved it, after trying to run away from them before.
after everythin i did for you an what did i get? shoulda known you were just as Useless as i Thought
No no no, it was not real he'd never say that
jade? you left me alone?! how could you think i was dead already!! i was still here you know! you didnt even try..........
She tried to ignore them. She stared at the clock. Counting the seconds as they go bye. Anything was better than listening to them, or drawing attention to the lone solitary shadow, looming over the back of the couch, silent as the others babbled on.
Nope. Just pay attention to the time. Tick, tock...