Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 12, 2010 16:18:40 GMT -5
ooc: first post to orca, then whoever.
Ember was gone.
Gabriel's breath caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes, trying to black out the image glued to his eyelids. Ember's little giggle echoed in his ears. He took a few unsteady breaths, resisting the urge to drop into the snow. Gone? No, that wasn't fair. Eyes snapping open, he stared at the back of Zach's head for a long time. He'd long since learned Zach didn't have a sense of humor. No.
Gone.
Gabriel drew a shuddering breath, eyes snapping open. They fixed on the water, that shimmering surface that looked like one big pensive. If he had a pensive, what would it look like? Did all memories look the same, were they all the same color? He shivered. It was cold, but until now, Gabriel hadn't really noticed. Frost clung in pieces around the lake edge, the mud frozen.
He didn't remember walking down to the lake. It sucked, too, for Gabriel had thought he was getting better. But someone somewhere had rolled the dice, and memory loss had hit hiim again. He hated it. Those fuzzy little holes in his memory, like trying to see into a room through a foggy window. Maybe, somehow, he could find a way to wipe it away and get his memories back.
Some day he expected to sit up and find blood on his hands, and a dead body on the ground.
"No," he whispered. It'd been years. She couldn't be here, not here, not her. No. Gabriel felt like his thoughts were stuck on an endless loop. First, Gabriel wanted to shrink away, to melt into the brick wall and disappear. Obviously, that wasn't possible. He felt like a trapped animal. When an animal became trapped, unable to escape, it attacked.
A stone hit the water, making a light splash. The surface rolled back over itself, and it was like there had never been a disturbance to begain with. Juliet. Hell. Gabriel huffed, and mist formed at his lips. He couldn't even -
"Either you think it's a degrading job, or it's illegal. You wouldn't be sputtering like that otherwise." Gabriel sighed again, turning his head a bit to look at her. "Spit it out, Eliza. I can't feel my toes."
He wiggled his toes, watching the shoe bend. He really was a little idiot. Gabriel missed how things used to be, before everything went all to hell. But it wasn't like he could fix it. His brain just didn't work right. If he had the guts to do it, he'd get up and turn himself in while he was still thinking clearly. It wouldn't last very long, and then he'd just be more pissed than ever.
God.
Gabriel drew a sharp breath, nearly choking on it. He could see the coroner's diagnosis now. It appears, the wrinkly man said, that he choked on air. The assistant would laugh at the irony of life. After a few moments of senseless staring, he glanced up at the castle. It was getting a little cold to be hanging out around here, and he really didn't want to go back to his room. The dormitories reminded him too much of Hadley, with the four beds and the asshole roommates he'd had to put up with.
"Listen, just keep your shit on your bed, okay?" A book slapped against the nightstand, thrown from across the room. Gabriel snarled at the other boy, who just stared at him, ready to throw another book.
What had happened to Braydon, and Tifa, and everyone else at Hadley? Brooke? She'd been a pain, but . . . Gabriel pushed his fingers through his hair and sighed. His ass felt like it was frozen to the rock he was sitting on. What are you doing to yourself?
"Chinese food my ass. Gabriel it is below freezing most of the time. I can't have you living in a car." Shaking her head she said "I know you do 'okay', but.."
He hadn't been doing well enough. Living with Eliza had been ... an adventure. How long had it been? A year? He couldn't remember. Being sixteen, hell, how had he crammed so much chaos into such a short, pathetic little life? A knife sank into the frosted ground, the only one he still had left. Stupid Orca, stupid Sparky. The whole thing was just stupid. He had to get his stuff back.
It would wait till later. He halfway enjoyed - bitterly, maybe - going over his memories. Today was one of those days where he could actually think about them.
Sigh. He missed home.
Ember was gone.
Gabriel's breath caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes, trying to black out the image glued to his eyelids. Ember's little giggle echoed in his ears. He took a few unsteady breaths, resisting the urge to drop into the snow. Gone? No, that wasn't fair. Eyes snapping open, he stared at the back of Zach's head for a long time. He'd long since learned Zach didn't have a sense of humor. No.
Gone.
Gabriel drew a shuddering breath, eyes snapping open. They fixed on the water, that shimmering surface that looked like one big pensive. If he had a pensive, what would it look like? Did all memories look the same, were they all the same color? He shivered. It was cold, but until now, Gabriel hadn't really noticed. Frost clung in pieces around the lake edge, the mud frozen.
He didn't remember walking down to the lake. It sucked, too, for Gabriel had thought he was getting better. But someone somewhere had rolled the dice, and memory loss had hit hiim again. He hated it. Those fuzzy little holes in his memory, like trying to see into a room through a foggy window. Maybe, somehow, he could find a way to wipe it away and get his memories back.
Some day he expected to sit up and find blood on his hands, and a dead body on the ground.
"No," he whispered. It'd been years. She couldn't be here, not here, not her. No. Gabriel felt like his thoughts were stuck on an endless loop. First, Gabriel wanted to shrink away, to melt into the brick wall and disappear. Obviously, that wasn't possible. He felt like a trapped animal. When an animal became trapped, unable to escape, it attacked.
A stone hit the water, making a light splash. The surface rolled back over itself, and it was like there had never been a disturbance to begain with. Juliet. Hell. Gabriel huffed, and mist formed at his lips. He couldn't even -
"Either you think it's a degrading job, or it's illegal. You wouldn't be sputtering like that otherwise." Gabriel sighed again, turning his head a bit to look at her. "Spit it out, Eliza. I can't feel my toes."
He wiggled his toes, watching the shoe bend. He really was a little idiot. Gabriel missed how things used to be, before everything went all to hell. But it wasn't like he could fix it. His brain just didn't work right. If he had the guts to do it, he'd get up and turn himself in while he was still thinking clearly. It wouldn't last very long, and then he'd just be more pissed than ever.
God.
Gabriel drew a sharp breath, nearly choking on it. He could see the coroner's diagnosis now. It appears, the wrinkly man said, that he choked on air. The assistant would laugh at the irony of life. After a few moments of senseless staring, he glanced up at the castle. It was getting a little cold to be hanging out around here, and he really didn't want to go back to his room. The dormitories reminded him too much of Hadley, with the four beds and the asshole roommates he'd had to put up with.
"Listen, just keep your shit on your bed, okay?" A book slapped against the nightstand, thrown from across the room. Gabriel snarled at the other boy, who just stared at him, ready to throw another book.
What had happened to Braydon, and Tifa, and everyone else at Hadley? Brooke? She'd been a pain, but . . . Gabriel pushed his fingers through his hair and sighed. His ass felt like it was frozen to the rock he was sitting on. What are you doing to yourself?
"Chinese food my ass. Gabriel it is below freezing most of the time. I can't have you living in a car." Shaking her head she said "I know you do 'okay', but.."
He hadn't been doing well enough. Living with Eliza had been ... an adventure. How long had it been? A year? He couldn't remember. Being sixteen, hell, how had he crammed so much chaos into such a short, pathetic little life? A knife sank into the frosted ground, the only one he still had left. Stupid Orca, stupid Sparky. The whole thing was just stupid. He had to get his stuff back.
It would wait till later. He halfway enjoyed - bitterly, maybe - going over his memories. Today was one of those days where he could actually think about them.
Sigh. He missed home.