Will Graham (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mirrortouch) wrote2014-07-30 03:45 pm
mirrortouch) wrote2014-07-30 03:45 pm
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( AUDIO )
Alana Bloom's cabin is empty.
[ Frayed at the edges, his voice. Abigail was first. Now it's just him. Him and Hannibal. Was that the way it was always meant to be. ]
Since these sort of announcements ought to be made.
[ This is getting too awkward city for him. He just hangs up. ]
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[ He woke up to Winston sitting patiently on the cement floor of his sad little room with its lopsided cot and his heart had immediately sank down into his stomach. That drop of a feeling when something's occurred to you quickly and innately. It's not that Winston hasn't gotten out before, found his way to Will's room; it's just that it's invariably accompanied by Alana.
Alana's not here. So Alana's not here. Is she?
There's a while where he just sits in her open cabin, hands stroking idly at Winston's ears and across his haunches. He loses track of time, maybe an hour, maybe four. He'd done the same with Abigail's. He was surprised nobody'd come across him then, and he doesn't expect to now. ]
Alana Bloom's cabin is empty.
[ Frayed at the edges, his voice. Abigail was first. Now it's just him. Him and Hannibal. Was that the way it was always meant to be. ]
Since these sort of announcements ought to be made.
[ This is getting too awkward city for him. He just hangs up. ]
( SPAM )
[ He woke up to Winston sitting patiently on the cement floor of his sad little room with its lopsided cot and his heart had immediately sank down into his stomach. That drop of a feeling when something's occurred to you quickly and innately. It's not that Winston hasn't gotten out before, found his way to Will's room; it's just that it's invariably accompanied by Alana.
Alana's not here. So Alana's not here. Is she?
There's a while where he just sits in her open cabin, hands stroking idly at Winston's ears and across his haunches. He loses track of time, maybe an hour, maybe four. He'd done the same with Abigail's. He was surprised nobody'd come across him then, and he doesn't expect to now. ]
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[What's up Will, maybe these two should talk more. Scott is rly sad about your friends leaving.]
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[ Which is not very uplifting, and this is just a teenager, yes, so he finds himself elucidating: ]
She, uh - she watched my dog for me. She even had a bed in her cabin.
Empty, now.
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[A beat, and he shakes his head, unseen.]
I mean, I didn't know he was yours.
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[ Though he supposes Alana's tended to be more in charge of him than he has in his entirety, time working sloppily here as it does. ]
I rescued him, she - watched him when I couldn't. Back home. Guess this lands me with sole ownership again?
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I'm Scott. I run the animal clinic on board.