Calleo Crowe (
perfectsymmetry) wrote2011-07-14 09:31 am
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81 - Stage 3
[Crowe pulled out the phone from the wall to keep him from spilling his secrets like the rest of the town. He was *full* of them, and he doesn't want them getting out, thanks.
And yet, he wanted to tell someone. He needed to talk to someone. So many people have told him he keeps things too bottled up, that he should talk about his problems...
No! He can't. He just can't. Something weird was going on. Hol got on the phone and told everyone he was a communist. It didn't make sense.
Housemates will find Crowe pacing about his room, a familiar worried expression on his face. He'll get stir-crazy after a bit, and head outside. But instead if usual warm greetings, Crowe will be trying to avoid everyone. Of curse, that won't stop people from trying to approach him, and he's too polite to turn anyone away harshly...
For the rest of the day, he'll be hiding high up in a tree at the park. And there he will stay for as long as he can.]
And yet, he wanted to tell someone. He needed to talk to someone. So many people have told him he keeps things too bottled up, that he should talk about his problems...
No! He can't. He just can't. Something weird was going on. Hol got on the phone and told everyone he was a communist. It didn't make sense.
Housemates will find Crowe pacing about his room, a familiar worried expression on his face. He'll get stir-crazy after a bit, and head outside. But instead if usual warm greetings, Crowe will be trying to avoid everyone. Of curse, that won't stop people from trying to approach him, and he's too polite to turn anyone away harshly...
For the rest of the day, he'll be hiding high up in a tree at the park. And there he will stay for as long as he can.]
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[Trying so hard to not do this... Oh god.]
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[Random strangers in the waste talk to her a lot after all.]
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[And then he actually slaps his hand over his mouth. He doesn't want to. But he *does*.]
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You can talk to me if you'd like. I'm good with secrets.
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I don't think there's really much we can do about it.
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[He cuts himself off there. Oh god what was he doing!]
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I haven't been here long enough for that to happen, but it must be horrible.
[Having a normal conversation of course.]
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One of my closest friends here. A-And now he's back and he doesn't remember me at all and h-he doesn't know that I had really liked him a lot a-and that he liked me too, how can y-you just tell someone who think you're a complete stranger now that--
[Oh he gives up. Face in hands now. You'll have to forgive him for being heartbroken. And now, mortified.]
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I don't think you really can I'm afraid. Maybe if you wrote him a letter, or if one of his friends was here at same time they could tell him.
[It's okay.]
I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.
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A-Ah, Finland is still here, maybe he could...
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And, that's fine. I don't mind listening. I like to help people. I like to think it breaks me even in the grand scheme of things for killing and stealing so much.
[.....that hadn't been supposed to come out...]
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[blinkblink]
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-and I didn't mean to say that.
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They don't call it the wasteland for nothing. People will more often then not shoot first and ask questions later. Slavers, raiders and mutated animals are everywhere. If you don't have enough caps you'll end up drinking irradiated water and breaking into peoples homes to steal food. Which feels terrible because they're just trying to survive too. But it's either that or starving.
One man tried to pay me to blow up a nuclear bomb in the middle of a highly populated town because his boss didn't like it. And every time I find a vault it's filled with horrible experiments, so I'm pretty sure the vaults were never meant to help people at all.
And now I have to go and save the wasteland while I'm still trying to process the fact that my father's dead and he'd been lying to me my entire life and just left me behind-
[..stop, just stop.]
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....No.
I'm better off there, not here.
It's a horrible, terrible place and sometimes I think it's hopeless. But I'm not giving up on it.
I'm better off in a place where I can do something with my life, to help people like my father wanted. Even if I have to do horrible things to get it. ...I like helping people. Even if part of it is from guilt.
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