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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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. ]
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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. ]
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With those considerations, he eyes her carefully. ]
It depends, what do you think I'm setting myself up for?
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Failure.
You know when you tell yourself over and over and over again how bad something is going to end up being but you never take a second to consider something good might happen instead? I...I do that a lot. I guess it comes with the territory of being a teenager, but it's... I think it's something easy to get used to doing.