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wegotarunner) wrote2015-02-09 11:47 am
wegotarunner) wrote2015-02-09 11:47 am
Day One, Greenie.
[Open Spam]
[Thomas arrives on the deck of the ship with a look of weariness not only on his features, but one that's settled into his shoulders. Chuck's carving is still clutched tightly in his hand. There's still blood on his clothes. On his hands. His face is streaked with dirt and sweat and blood from a cut above his eye and another on his cheek.
So this is the Barge.
He looks up at the sky with wide eyes, momentarily distracted by the sight and forgetting the events of the last few hours. But only momentarily. He blinks himself out of his dazed stupor and rubs a hand over his face. It takes him a moment to get his bearings. The first thing he needs to do is find his room, and take a long, hot shower. Change his clothes. Get something to eat. It's been hours since he last ate anything and his stomach isn't happy about it.
And then he's going to explore the Barge, find out where everything is. Figure out what to do from there. He's sure there's a lot to learn about this place, about the people he's now sharing space with. He's not completely thrilled about having to meet a whole slew of new people. People who won't know him, who will probably treat him like an outsider. Like he's not to be trusted.
Truthfully, he's still not sure should be. He remembers Newt's words. That who he used to be doesn't matter, it's who he is now that counts. And he can't save them if he focuses on things he can't do anything about. He has to stay focused.
For Newt. For Minho. For Teresa. For Alby. Ben. Even for Gally.
But most of all, for Chuck.]
[Video]
[Thomas appears on screen looking better than he had only an hour ago for those who ran into him on the way from the deck to his room. He's cleaned up, all the blood and sweat and dirt gone from his skin. The cut above his eye and the one on his cheek are still there but they look a little less angry now. He also looks a little hesitant, like he's not sure about this.]
Someone said I should introduce myself.
I'm Thomas.
[Thomas arrives on the deck of the ship with a look of weariness not only on his features, but one that's settled into his shoulders. Chuck's carving is still clutched tightly in his hand. There's still blood on his clothes. On his hands. His face is streaked with dirt and sweat and blood from a cut above his eye and another on his cheek.
So this is the Barge.
He looks up at the sky with wide eyes, momentarily distracted by the sight and forgetting the events of the last few hours. But only momentarily. He blinks himself out of his dazed stupor and rubs a hand over his face. It takes him a moment to get his bearings. The first thing he needs to do is find his room, and take a long, hot shower. Change his clothes. Get something to eat. It's been hours since he last ate anything and his stomach isn't happy about it.
And then he's going to explore the Barge, find out where everything is. Figure out what to do from there. He's sure there's a lot to learn about this place, about the people he's now sharing space with. He's not completely thrilled about having to meet a whole slew of new people. People who won't know him, who will probably treat him like an outsider. Like he's not to be trusted.
Truthfully, he's still not sure should be. He remembers Newt's words. That who he used to be doesn't matter, it's who he is now that counts. And he can't save them if he focuses on things he can't do anything about. He has to stay focused.
For Newt. For Minho. For Teresa. For Alby. Ben. Even for Gally.
But most of all, for Chuck.]
[Video]
[Thomas appears on screen looking better than he had only an hour ago for those who ran into him on the way from the deck to his room. He's cleaned up, all the blood and sweat and dirt gone from his skin. The cut above his eye and the one on his cheek are still there but they look a little less angry now. He also looks a little hesitant, like he's not sure about this.]
Someone said I should introduce myself.
I'm Thomas.
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[He doesn't say it like it's funny. Or like he's joking. It's not, and he's not.]
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[Now he's warier than he was before.]
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I can't prove the Admiral is the same kind of creature, but no one else can prove what he is, either.
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[Dean makes a very genuinely disgusted noise, but he doesn't wait:]
The Admiral clearly isn't human. Humans can't do what he promises and what he does. So what is he, then? Where's he getting the power? What good are lost souls to him, and what's he get out of giving you wishes? It ain't out of the goodness of his heart.
Congratulations. You just accepted candy from a goddamn stranger just like you were always told not to.
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It hits a little too close to home, is a little too much of a reminder of Gally and all his accusations.]
Maybe it'll end badly like you think. Maybe it won't. But at least I did something. At least I'm trying to figure it out.
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Better feeling defensive with Dean than a lot of other things out there in the world. He doesn't back off.]
No, you're not trying to figure anything at all out. You're taking the easy exit and you don't even know where it goes. You didn't even ask, did you?
Jesus christ, what does he say to you morons to get you to just go along with it?
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Well I'm glad at least someone knows everything about the rest of us.
[His voice is flat, and he doesn't bother giving Dean a chance to respond before he hangs up on him.]