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perfectsymmetry[Since he got to Mayfield, Crowe had barely stayed in his home. He always managed to find a way to keep busy so that he could stay out of that creepy house, with its drone for a mother and professional killer for a father, as often as possible.
But for the last few days, he's barely left his room. He skipped school and practice, and his paper route - always delivered with a smile and on time every day for the last three months - has gone ignored. The only time he leaves is late at night, for his town watch duties, but he ended up just sitting somewhere, unsure of what to do. He stays out of the park, his usual hang out, to avoid the gruesome reminders that his friends were still trapped in Westport. That he failed to do anything to bring those people home; that they were still over there suffering through God knows what.
When he returns home at sunrise today, he goes to his room, but the phone keeps ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Wait, could that mean --- okay, something obviously happened. Maybe… maybe the rest have finally…
Picking up the phone, Crowe is treated to one of the many familiar voices of Mayfield screaming and sobbing in utter agony and grief. Startled, he hangs up the phone without thinking, and stares at it, scared.
For a few moments he stands there, a million thoughts going through his head. He tried so hard to do whatever he could to bring those people home safely, to do anything to help, to be any use at ALL, but nothing worked. Everyone just came back to Mayfield a broken mess, and he could do nothing about it.
Nothing.
He walks back upstairs to his room, and quietly closes the door.]
But for the last few days, he's barely left his room. He skipped school and practice, and his paper route - always delivered with a smile and on time every day for the last three months - has gone ignored. The only time he leaves is late at night, for his town watch duties, but he ended up just sitting somewhere, unsure of what to do. He stays out of the park, his usual hang out, to avoid the gruesome reminders that his friends were still trapped in Westport. That he failed to do anything to bring those people home; that they were still over there suffering through God knows what.
When he returns home at sunrise today, he goes to his room, but the phone keeps ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Wait, could that mean --- okay, something obviously happened. Maybe… maybe the rest have finally…
Picking up the phone, Crowe is treated to one of the many familiar voices of Mayfield screaming and sobbing in utter agony and grief. Startled, he hangs up the phone without thinking, and stares at it, scared.
For a few moments he stands there, a million thoughts going through his head. He tried so hard to do whatever he could to bring those people home safely, to do anything to help, to be any use at ALL, but nothing worked. Everyone just came back to Mayfield a broken mess, and he could do nothing about it.
Nothing.
He walks back upstairs to his room, and quietly closes the door.]
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:24 pm (UTC)[[SHUT UP CROWE YOU TOTES DESERVE FRIENDS LIKE MASSIMO. Anyway, Massimo smiles and nods.]]
Yeah! Everyone's home. Even... even Engie. I haven't seen him yet, but I'll visit him soon.
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Date: 2010-05-09 05:19 pm (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-05-09 05:38 pm (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-05-09 11:10 pm (UTC)Lucas... he was over there too. I hope... I hope he's okay. He's just a little kid.
[Still kind of staring off, mostly at the floor.] I-I'm glad they came back finally. 5 days... it feels like a lifetime.
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Date: 2010-05-09 11:16 pm (UTC)[[Massimo nods, and also finds the floor interesting.]]
...Lucas is strong. Very strong.
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Date: 2010-05-09 11:33 pm (UTC)...I should check on him. I just.... I just don't know what to say to everyone. I... I feel like I failed them. Most of them where over there for so long, and... there was nothing I could do.
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Date: 2010-05-09 11:41 pm (UTC)Action and massive icon fail
Date: 2010-05-09 11:46 pm (UTC)...maybe, I don't... [Small sheepish smile] I could say the same for you, too, but I know that won't slow you down.
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Date: 2010-05-09 11:57 pm (UTC)I'm a robot, though. I'm a lot more durable than you. It's only natural I can be active for an inhuman amount of time.
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:12 am (UTC).... you needn't check on me then, the people who got back from Westport, they're the ones that really need help. I'll be fine. [Nervous smile. Trying so hard.]
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:17 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-05-10 01:27 am (UTC)In a small voice:]
...thank you.
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:31 am (UTC)[[he smiles.]]
I can't be everyone's best friend. I have a few, very close people.
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:53 am (UTC)...I never had many friends, myself. Thanks to moving all the time and my parent's profession, I never stayed anywhere for long, so... until they retired and I finally got to go to an actual school, I never really got a chance to meet anyone. All I had was Alucard. Um. H-he was the one whose photo I had found in Westport...
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:57 am (UTC)[[Massimo keeps smiling.]]
You might be human, and I'm a reploid, but...
[[he shrugs]]
I didn't have many friends either. That's mostly because I'm a wuss.... so...
[[He rubs his own shoulder, laughing nervously]]
The... rather, X and Spider were my first friends.
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Date: 2010-05-10 02:20 am (UTC)Same with Al. We've known each other all our lives, so... b-but in my short time in the US, before I came here, I became good friends with another of Al's friend, Clyde, and his friend Minnie. They're an amazing group. Alucard has command over shadows, just like his father. Minnie's super strong, and Clyde is just amazing with computers and technology.
And you're not a wuss, Massimo. Don't think that way!
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Date: 2010-05-10 02:39 am (UTC)[[and b-baw he blushes a little as well when he mentions Massimo not being a wuss]]
Y-yeah... well, the only reason I'm strong now is because I've got friends like you.
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Date: 2010-05-10 03:26 am (UTC)[He smiles again, back to his normal self, almost.] ...thanks again. I'll... I'll try to get myself together.
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Date: 2010-05-10 03:32 am (UTC)Keep doing your best, alright? You're a good person, Crowe. Even if you doubt yourself sometimes, I know you're a good person.
...Guess I'll get going, then. You need to rest.
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Date: 2010-05-10 03:39 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-05-10 03:41 am (UTC)You're welcome, and thanks, Crowe. I'll see you later!